I thank my Father for all that he has done and given to me- teachings, as well as my naturally lean and tall frame. I thank him for such things every day, but on this day I am particularly grateful as I race through the forest that is my home. I have heard Dexter just as I have scented the wolves, and though I do not know them I know very well they do not belong here. Spending almost all of my life in Taviora allows me to know each foothold, each root that stands in my way between here and there. I am but a flashing blur of golden creme and red, my petite paws allowing me to fly through the forest faster than everyone else. And even when I scent young Levi ahead, rushing to Dex's aid it fuels me only to go faster. I will not have anyone hurt in my home, I will not have anyone else die. The deaths ended with Roamin, and I refuse to allow any more blood to stain the forest floor. Voices are up ahead of me, and I can hear them just before I burst through the treeline, first one speaking and then the other. But I have no intention on stopping or conversing, not when I know the male scent of the trio; and especially when I finally break through that treeline.

Dark violet eyes with their almost black gradient toward the pupil take in the scene with lightning fast reflexes, and though I am on the opposite side of the boys- having rounded the three wolves in the process to completely surround them- I am confident in myself and in them. They are wolves of Taviora, of pack, of family. It did not matter they were not blood; each of them were my brothers, and I would treat them and any other wolf of the forest as such. Just as I would treat these three trespassers- the male being none other than the infamous Black Prince Tobias- with nothing but malice and aggression. But it is different than the males that had come before me, where as they try with words and with puffing themselves up, I am purely and entirely physical. I am smaller than Tobias and the black grey female, but the white female with red and black upon her, the one who seems to be leading them- she is my target. Like a hot flash of lightning do I dash in, their attention hopefully upon either of the young boys while I take my chance. I am not overly strong and powerful, but I am deadly fast and light on my feet. I am the fastest wolf of the forest, and I will show these three wolves just that fact this day.

Slender golden and creme jaws are on a dead aim for the right side of the neck, where the jaw blends into the neck, and I do not mean to grapple and hold on. My tactics are slash and dash, and thus the moment my canines may find their purchase I am tearing them down in one swift graceful jerk before it is I'm pivoting on my paws and moving away. I spend no more time than needed within reaching distance, and always do I keep my eyes on them and my back turned away. I don't go to join Dexter or Levi, the second young male, as I aim to keep these three surrounded. Though I aimed to injure, truly it was a warning to the wolves to get out of our home, or reap the true consequences of their actions. It is amplified and backed up when not words fall from my dark lips, but a deep rumbling growl, claiming the forest, it's inhabitants and everything in between as mine and not theirs. It tells them also to leave before my fangs find them again. These are not wolves that speak and socialize, who can be talked down or tricked or anything of the sort. I have seen the work of Tobias, from before when I was not the shield of the forest. He would learn this day why he should have never returned, and what it truly means to be family and pack together. We are strong when we are one, and perhaps this is the day the Black Prince of Moladion finally meets his maker.