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[color=red][h1]Freya Lockheart[/h1][/color]
[h2]Volrath’s Forest[/h2]
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With the arrival of the other wolves, most in human form, on the edge of the forest she turned when the small white one spoke to her and snarled, her massive maw bumping against the side of the brown male that tried to get between them; the dried blood from her earlier kills rubbed off against them, it smelled not of any prey that had hunted before and would know, instinctively, that it was not something they were able to hunt. If she so chose, Freya could open her jaw and simply swallow the small white wolf, though, in everything she did now it was her attempt at chasing them away from what would surely kill them. [i][color=red]Claim the ancestral home of the Narvak again, and you will fall victim first to the rage of the First Pack. [/color][/i]She warned her, telling her something that she should recognize again from her children’s stories, as Freya was the first in hundreds of years, to show her face to the pack wolves who had settled twenty kilometers again. Her eyes lay brilliant silver again, finding ice blue with ease as one massive paw lifted and pinned the male wolf to the ground. She swung around to look at him again, growling at him as well. [i][color=red]I am attempting to save their lives. Do not get in my way boy.[/color][/i]

Letting the male go she moved again, walking over to where the Alpha Male settled with his arms crossed, stupid and ignorant. [i][color=red]You are my relative; a descendant of my ancestor from a far off land.[/color][/i] She said to him and him alone, her thoughts blocked to all other wolves in the area as she looked down at him. She lowered her head, crouching to look him in the eye though she was tense and clearly ready to turn on any wolf that dared attack her and kill them without a second thought. Without a warning she snarled at him again, her paw lifting and knocking him off his feet before it came down on his chest and pinned him to the ground. She could easily have crushed him if she chose though she did not. Instead she leaned over him and looked him in the eyes with one of her large, silver wolf eyes.[i][color=red] You should listen to what you are told, Damian Lee. Even your blood does not call to the forest; your blood does not carry Volrath’s magic; your blood and your pack with die if they come without the Narvak’s territory. Will you leave your mate and seed behind for another foolish man to kill?[/color][/i] She asked him, scrutinizing him, her head tilting to the side slightly though she did not look away from the man.[i][color=red] Acnarian, vertak. Live, Brother. For after me, there is no one left to guard the ancestral home.[/color][/i]

Freya stood, turning away from him and walking around behind a tree, following the acute scent of a woman wolf that she knew was there the entire time and fired a thought toward her. [i][color=red]You need not hide, Pack child. There is not threat other than the wrath of Volrath. [/color][/i]She told her, passing passed her as she rounded around behind, brushing against a few of the wolves as she did. Her scent was that of the Earth, blood, the wolf, and something else that gave it that dangerous edge that sent even most predators away from her. Even those that resided within the forest with her. When she came to a stop she was standing in the exact place she had been when the white wolf had come to find her, waiting, near the edge of the forest for the pack to arrive. She hunted near the edge to draw their attention on purpose, to drive them out of her ancestor’s ancient home. 

[@MThePathSeeker][@Maria 127][@Arista]