There really was no sane reason for what she was doing. Not to the common wolf at least. Israfel was not her target, but she would make him one if he tried to get in the way too much. She was aware of him, that he might get in the way of her fighting this alpha and putting him in the ground. She didn’t think that any alpha possibly could be weak, they were leaders after all, meant to face challengers and defend their lands, tried by time. Though part of her knew that these leaders still were untried by challengers, many of the Moladion Alpha’s were at the time. Still right now she would see if she could collect an alpha’s heart as her own. She watched as the white boy shot at her that he didn’t really feel it was appropriate, and her ear twitched to show that she was basically dismissing the thought. The black male that she had her one good eye set on though seemed to rise to her challenge. He bristled at the thought of her getting to his dear little girl alpha.

Lovers. Oh they could be fun too. Fighting to the death to protect their dearly beloved, fighting harder more viciously. Perfect… A pleased grin ripped across her muzzle just before she ran in, as expected the black male moved so fast, darting towards the white boy and placing himself between her and the white boy. How noble… She didn’t like the position it would put her in, but she followed regardless, the white boy at first glance didn’t seem like one of action based on his words, and thankfully for Kattari the alpha being on her left meant her gaze was on him the whole time. She missed her first mark, but then the little black wolf came rushing in for a shot at her exposed neck. She turned her form slightly away from him, he got his bite in on the fleshy thick fur of the side. Oh it hurt her, it wasn’t as though the small wolf couldn’t hurt her, she felt his fangs dig in, the flesh tear and blood begin to seap from the new wounds, but she was beyond used to the pains of battle. She snarled through it as she turned to finally get her first bite in. You had to give if you wanted to take after all that was what she was taught growing up.

She grabbed him close to the back of his neck and put all her weigh in to slam the small wolf into the ground, feeling the wounds tear as she did so. His fangs were ripped from her flesh as he hit the ground and she gripped all the harder into him and snarled into his black fur to continue fighting through it. It was then that she felt pain elsewhere, the bony part of her back left leg below the hock. Instinctively she ripped the leg away, feeling the fangs trail through the thin flesh as she wheeled around, releasing the black wolf as she turned to face the white meddler. ”DO NOT INTERFERE!” She snarled her head was still low and with each step on her back leg she was seeing red all the more as pain shot up from the fresh wounds. She had expected she might be interrupted, and she was prepared for it. She weighed her chances and now the boy was in her sights too.

As her head swept over the ground she aimed to grab his front leg and grip it, just at the ankle joint. It was easier to grab, with lots of leverage, so that she could then pull it out from under him and yank him off his paws or otherwise drive him back. After her yank she side stepped around wheeling her form once more so that her back was no longer exposed to Israfel and posing herself so that the alpha was between them and she was no longer locked between.

He was starting to come out of his daze now, she could tell he was trying to get up. If he was a real fighter he would have attacked her by now again, but it was pretty easy instead to try and grab him once more and slam him back to the ground. This time her grip was better, on the side of his neck, closer to his head. ”Fight back!” She snarled through his fur, lifting his head up and pounding it into the dirt once more. He was an alpha! He was supposed to fight back! Not be so weak and pathetic! This was supposed to sate her desires, to give her more strength but she was starting to feel like she was wasting her time.

She gave him a few moments to try and do something, her eye training on the white wolf to make sure he continued to stay out of it before slamming the black wolf into the ground several more times. Before lifting and dropping him to the ground. If he was dead she didn’t know or rightfully care. ”A waste of time and effort.” She growled clearly disgusted. She was done with him though, and now her eyes went to Israfel. Was he the one she needed? She thought she could hear others now, her time might be up in these lands, but she was willing to risk it if the silvery boy was next on the heart menu.