She wastes no time in her endeavors. She knows where he is, and she simply must get to him in time. She does not know what is causing him pain such as this, but Rhae does know that it cannot be good. There is something terribly wrong, and she must get to him. She must.

Though she is not the quickest, the large wolf of creme, chocolate and russet has much endurance, allowing her to keep a steady pace all the way from their wooded home to the river. It is a far journey to be made so quickly, and while any other wolf would be winded by such a feat- her lovely and large jaws aren't even parted with a single pant. No. Her strength and her large frame allow her to take such challenges on with ease. What she might lack in agility and quick movements she makes up for in strength and power. It isn't to say she is a raw powerhouse, but she is pretty damn close. It takes her longer than she would have liked, but finally she can scent him- and two others, far too close and foul for her liking.

They reek of Iromar, but they are no swamp wolves. When she finally breaks the foliage to lay her pristine teal gaze upon them- one dark as night with reptile eyes, and the other. The other she knows. The Mother of the child Gaia had known. And here she was, with her jaws upon the very shoulders of her Iblis. Another wolf would have roared their displeasure and charged in blindly. Though Rhae gives no hesitation, there is also no sound. No sound save for the gentle brush of her large paws upon the soil as she continued with her momentum toward them. Always she is glancing between the pair, weary, watching- and always she is noting Iblis. His smaller frame. How he stands no chance, much of a warrior he is, between these two larger wolves. And she can see it in their gaze, how they hunger, how they thirst.

They were the wolves Iblis spoke of often, for if Rhae did not know them she would be a fool. The Black Prince and his Dark Flame. Revenge was what he wanted, she knew- for their daughter, their one and only. A part of the large wolf blamed herself for such a thing- if perhaps she had acted different, treated the female of flames differently on that day.. but now is not the time for such trivial thoughts. Now it is Iblis in danger, now it is Iblis with the she demons fangs within his own flesh. And Rhae is here, and does not plan to sit back and watch. She is weary of him- the Black Prince- but her first goal is to get the white wolf with her crimson so vivid off of her chosen partner. If she was able, when close enough, she aimed to grasp the female by the scruff- or whatever body part she could, only to yank her off like a ragdoll. It would truly be as such if she could grab any part of the females body- for Rhae was much larger, and much heavier than the other. It would be an easy thing indeed for her to rip the female off like a leech, and she could only hope that the grasp within Iblis had not been one too terribly deep.

She knows she is exposed, and she accepts it. So long as the midnight toned male does not move toward Iblis, Rhae will hold her ground- even positioning herself between Iblis and the two wolves. He probably wouldn't like it, and he might not have even needed her help- but she was here regardless, and she would be damned if he told her anything otherwise. There are no snarls or growls from her- it is all in pure silence as she watches them. With her creme and chocolate russet painted ears harking forward, her thick tail raising above her haunches- she dares them to advance. She dares them to make a meal out of the pair. If her beloved were to attack on his own right, she would be right beside him, meeting whomever he went after with fangs ready and muscles tensed. If Iblis were to die this day- he would die with his imprint by his side. Not alone. Never alone.