She was glad to have been chosen by her brother to accompany him along with her sister Calliel and this Amir to. As of late she had been far too stagnant, she was born and bred for fighting and quiet pack life didn’t provide much of a chance for that. A part of her was glad to have someone to go after, and with Achilles blessing no less because Angels would always have some enemy or another and she was born to defend them. Though she had yet to encounter this Zeus she had been filled in on the situation. Supposedly he was a ‘gigantic’ wolf who fancied himself a god, which only made Solara roll her dual toned eyes. Solara was a formidable size, her brother as well, and Calliel was a force to be reckoned with. Together she knew that even this ‘god’ should tremble.

They marched together from the ravines of Diveen toward the crags, the gaping caves that the meteor had created ages ago. As they neared their destination the group quieted and Solara could feel the tension thickening the air. Despite her odd joy at the whole situation she took it no less seriously than anyone should, it was a mission not for the faint of heart. "Ut quae supra nos protegat,""May those above protect us," she whispered to herself as together they stalked into the damp cave, her head lowering as she inhaled the muddled scents of the wolf within. It was as she raised her head, eyes adjusting to the half-light of the cave, was when the sound of the rock falling caught all of their attention and the cave burst into motion.

It was a flurry of action which took a moment to comprehend, a large white wolf appearing from the darkness and hurtling himself toward Amir, accompanied by Achilles shouts and corresponding growl that released the sisters to attack. Crouching down her muscular legs tensed and a hellish growl ripped from her curled lips before she sprung forward, hurtling all of her sizeable, trained weight toward him. She has just enough to time to register Achilles instructions and redirect her attack slightly, angling her mass as high on his back hips as possible. Her intent is not necessarily to inflict physical damage, though her fangs are white and dangerously unsheathed as she lunges, no her plan is to hopefully knock him off balance and push him back into a small, shallow cavern just behind them. If Achilles wants the lunatic alive she would do her part to not kill him, but if it came down to it she wouldn’t hesitate to end his misguided life, rather it would be her pleasure.