Atlas dares to feel hope once more as their eyes lock, the use of Latin seeming to bring back that far off familiarity in Paravana's gaze. His focus was given entirely to her, Underidge little more than a blurred figure in her peripherals as Atlas slowly stepped further into the water. Grasping at straws, he speaks of the titles they had once dreamed of for themselves when they were but frolicking pups in Diveen's resplendent countryside. Edging forward, he thinks that if only he could touch her, remind her of the family she came from, that the connection would truly be made. But when the shadowy brute shifted to place himself more directly between the long lost siblings, their gaze was broken as Atlas turned his attention momentarily to him. She is my sister, he said, and though it was meant to offer further clarification, it only seemed to worsen the situation. Finally Atlas read the aggression in Underidge's posture, the way his ears were plastered back against his skull and his hackles stood like daggers along his spine. His declaration was far more severe than Atlas' had been, and the conviction with which he spoke seemed to flip a switch in both of the angels present.

Pale yellow eyes flash back towards Paravana in time to see the way she bristled once more, Underidge's words seeming to wash away whatever tiny breakthroughs her mind was beginning to have. And then, in the moment when Atlas had looked away from the other male, teeth came flashing towards his face. Suddenly the water came alive with the assaults made towards Atlas, and he only added to it as he flung his head back and finally unleashed his own fangs. Underidge's teeth raked along his cheek, splitting the flesh open and allowing blood to run freely down his face. A snarl roared into Atlas' throat as he counter lunged, the claim that this beast made upon his sister fueling his need to protect his family. He snapped at Underidge's face haphazardly, but sudden pain in his left foreleg made him balk and crash backwards through the water towards the shore on three limbs, trying to pull himself free of the shaking hold. His eyes went wide as he realized the attack had come from Paravana. Neither wolf relented in this moment of shock that overcame Atlas.

He could not bring himself to attack his sister, instead turning his shock and anger upon Underidge once more, who had landed another bite on his neck. Each attack was quick and succinct, puncturing flesh before withdrawing and driving into him again. Atlas tried to counter the male's attacks, dodging when he could and attempting to land bites anywhere on the male's upper body. But Paravana's assaults were what truly drove him back, for he was incapable of doing harm to her. As her teeth buried themselves in his shoulder so close to the scars he had earned all those years ago on the riverbank saving Fiammetta, he finally disengaged, snapping his jaws in her direction with no true intent to harm her. He scrambled onto the shore and leapt away from them, blood oozing from a myriad of wounds across his face, neck, and left leg. And he did the last thing he ever thought he would do when confronted in a fight to protect those he loved - he ran.

A dozen strides put between himself and the lake, he finally stopped and looked back, a pain completely unrelated to the injuries he had sustained filling his eyes. His failures crashed over him like a tsunami, and suddenly he threw his head towards the sky, howling for the loss of his sister. For though her body may still walk the soils of Moladion, her angelic soul had vanished, replaced by whatever demon her new mate had spawned within her. And then he turned towards Diveen, loping away from the lake, and away from what had once been his sister.