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[h1][color=Red]Freya Lockheart[/color][/h1]
[h2]Volrath’s Forest[/h2]
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Freya watched the wolf in front of her, lifting a paw and shaking the dirt from between her toes and off of her claws though she had not pained herself to bother cleaning up the mess that she made when she walked. Fury sparked in her eyes as the smaller wolf spoke her, intruding her mind with words that were not welcome by her. She stood, her full high well past ten feet, and stepped toward Aurora.[i] [color=red]Invade [b]your[/b] territory?[/color][/i] The wolf growled at her, her ears flattening against her head as she approached, her paws landing on the ground and leaving heavy imprints in the soil; muscle rippled beneath the thick fur of her body and her eyes flashed a golden seer as she neared it. [i][color=red]Tell me, pack child; who was born here? Who can tread here without fear?[/color][/i] She towered over the smaller, white wolf and looked down at the blue eyed wolf who claimed her home as hers. 

She looked over toward where the male approached and turned from the female, a swish of her tail warning her that there would be no attack that did not come from consequence. He is weak. Like the rest of you, child. Freya, as the wolf, could be of any age, for her scars were those of one who had fought countless battles and killed countless rivals. She remembered slaughtering the wolves that came here before the current Alpha Female had commanded they stay out of the forest. She had met with the former, the man dead now and his replacement not heeding the warnings left behind by the man who ruled before him. She lifted her head and parted her maw, howling in warning as the man approached and soon, he was here. He was bigger than the white one, but small still in comparison to the hulking beast that stood before him. [i][color=red]You do not listen well, Damian Lee; The foolish Alpha of a weak pack. Even the dying may destroy you.[/color][/i] She invaded his mind easily her voice booming within the confines of his skull as she watched him approach. Freya gave no hint of fear when face with two wolves, who, combined, were less than half her size. [i][color=red]You will die, like your ancestors when they walked here, without my aid; unless you follow your predecessor.[/color] [/i]

[@Arista][@MThePathSeeker]