I stand waiting for her, my body ready blood pulsing in my veins. I am not scared of the pain I am about to feel should her fangs meet my flesh, no worry for my own life as I stand waiting. I will have my penance and that is her life. I see her, I had yet to set my eyes on the fem before and still I am feel more and more rage. I am certain it is her, she carries herself high in regard to herself but I know she is no ruler here. She is a barbarian and she will kill whatever and whoever gets in her way, she killed a mother of new born pups who was already weak to begin with. Now Idunn and Haven will never know their mother or their father for their bond so strong as it was took them both from those two pups. I watch her white form, her pink eyes take me in so calmly as if she had been expecting this. I do not want to hear her wretched voice speak, it is an ugly sound to me a voice not worthy to echo into the air. I take a step forward at her wishing to explain my head held low in the defensive position that Alcide had taught me when I was yearling. Alcide, I wouldn’t let him down.

”I don’t need to hear your explanations. They are dead, that is what I know, and it is your fault, Wretch.” Even in rage my voice still holds that same songlike quality, deeper and harsher perhaps but still it was there. There was no quiver in my voice I had my resolve, I had no fear, just rage and hate. She took away Sleekwing, Daenerys, Ceal, Idunn and Haven’s parents. They both were gone what did they have. At least I could give them the flesh and blood of their Mother’s killer. She could try to put me in my place, try and use me as an example and she will fail. I know she has wounds will not move as fast or be as strong.

I move suddenly darting forward to close the space she had left between us, my large form nimble despite its bulk. I had been built to be a warrior and it was now that I face a queen for what I felt was rightfully mine to take. She is not much larger than me, and certainly not larger than Alcide had been to me during out spars. Unlucky for her I was used to being at a disadvantage and now here I stood on even grounds. It was different but refreshing all the same, I would take her down as I had an elk or any other prey animals I have dispatched of in my time and show it the skill of a hunter. For what is a wolf but game with fangs in these moments of battle?

I aim for her neck my large jaws parting wide to grab the vital flesh just behind her cheek and hopefully my bottom jaw will have the chance to rake around and cross her jugular as well. The momentum behind me though was not meant for me to simply stop at that however. I allow the weight of my form to continue forward driving my shoulder in to her own. Should I land I hope to cause her to fall, my fangs in her neck and only being driven deeper with the force of my weight. With two wounded limbs I do not think they can bear the weight nearly reaching 400 lbs. I do not aim to break bones simply put her on the ground where she belongs. Should I miss I know my paws will lead me to safety, I will dance away allow her chance to retaliate and move in again. Alcide I know you are watching me and I hope that you will guide my fangs to where they belong.

~ Calls Sage’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~