She had spent an increased amount of time alone. The whole situation with her mother and brother had driven her into her own mind. Only Jericho seemed to really understand what pain she was in, how it affected her every single day. Yet he was just man she met once, and would she ever see him again for him to help her hunt down and kill her mother's killer? She did not know, but it was starting to drive her mad. It was like he was a kindred spirit of sorts, one who knew first hand how to take eye for an eye.

She often took her frustration out by running, and biting anything that came into view that moved. Today was no difference really, aside from that she wasn't really in the mood to sink her teeth into anything. It had been a whole since she had seen Magnus, and it was her own fault really. She was still burdened by her mother's death and her brother's sheer stupidity. But she decided to seek him out today on her daily run.

She is a quick thing, built to be like lightning, with the brindled markings to go along with it. She knew Glorall well, and she was almost feeling pleased as she went to the general area she expected to find Magnus. And yet, her blue eyes saw something she did not entirely expect. From a distance, she saw Magnus with another wolf, a dark one, as he entered his den with her looking half dead. She decided to slow her pace to halt, and watch from a comfortable distance in the grass for a moment. Her tongue dangled out of her mouth as her mind attempted to fill in the blanks. What the hell was Magnus doing, and should she interrupt it? The sound of his howl cut the air though, and her mouth closed as her ears perked. He called out for help.

Well, she wasn't out to help immediately unless it was to rip someone to shreds. Her first instinct was to secure the perimeter. She got to her feet again, her brindled legs pumping as she made a wide circle around his den. During the time Riopat made it to the den, she ensure that she saw and smelled no intruders. She checked well enough to feel confident about it, before circling back to the den.

She did not hesitate to barge her way into the den. Riopat was largely ignored by the diomedes, as she needed to know what the hell was going on. Her nares smelled blood, and her hackles did raise as Riopat examined Magnus. Yet Viora's eyes fell and clung to the girl on the ground before them, her nose wrinkling at the sight of the girl before looking over at Magnus. His blood was here too, and her face mirrored her frustration. Her fur lifted as her brows furrowed. Is he hurt? Whatever, he can take care of himself. The real question is...

"What the hell happened? Who the fuck did this?" she snapped, moving towards Magnus and motioning her head the girl on the ground, her eyes questioning why Riopat had ignored the girl before stuck her nose into Magnus' fur to get a good whiff. She had to know if it was...her that hurt them, and yet all the scents on his pelt....they were others wolves. She did not know if this was a good or bad thing, but she knew she had to find out.

"I will rip out their tongues, you hear?" she growls, staring Magnus in the eyes. There is a deep and dark seriousness within them. She was always one who enjoyed a good fight, but she knew she would let her teeth ravage and rage at those who truly deserved it.