Shit

Of course they wouldn't listen to her words, a simple warning they should have taken to heart and gone to wherever the hell they were going in the first place. This was her home, the sands that warmed her underbelly were hers, just as the waves that race up the beach towards her to kiss the bend of her legs tucked underneath welcomed her once more. She'd hidden herself away for too long to be so suddenly swayed away.

Her eyes break away from what she holds dear to watch the stupid stranger come near, ears slowly slanting backwards to her blond tresses.

The male is large, dark as the deepest pits of the jungle beyond, and yet somehow familiar. Was it the eyes and the lines of his face that bare a small resemblance to that of her friend hades?

Regardless he is unknown to her, and because of this she didn't feel sorry for what happens next after her lips pull back to bare her teeth and swing away from his outstretched muzzle, but she doesn't stop there as he moves on to pinch at her skin and giving her more of a reason to snake her head back out and snip at his face in the hopes to taste his flesh. Even laying down she wasn't going to take his crap.

Before the rest of her body could surge upwards to further announce her displeasure, there was a flash of white as Chary herself launched into the male; the very breath in Aoife's throat halted in alarm and amazement. A formidable force the woman is, as though she were the very waves that crashed against each other in the turning tides beyond. Ears come up, listening to the incoherent wording leaving the ridge leader's mouth, but Aoife had both seen and heard enough to push herself upwards and join the fray, mindful of where Chary was before snaking in her own couple of nips before the stranger could retire to the sea.

Surely he'd get the message if he were smart.

"Chary", she is so terribly happy to at last see the mate again that the rage in her gaze and in her tones quiets to a level that calls to other, a whisper to pull the mare from her own blind rage and to the side of Aoife who'd moved back and away from the tussle to inspect herself. Other than the sand coating her skin she was otherwise unscathed.