There was no question that this female was a part of this, she'd stepped forth herself and challenged the Leader of them all. Such an honor of a fair fight would not be given to murderers, who would steal away the life of children. The sudden attack on Ice and a shout with a voice all too familiar caused Koda to whirl about, checking behind them to see if any others were hiding in the mist. Koda stiffened as a brown shape moved in the distance, almost ready to call an alert before recognizing the familiar face of Cisco, the scent of his old friend's blood mingled with that freshly drawn on the battlefield.

Cisco tumbled, sending Koda's heart for a lurch. It pained him to see his family hurt so badly, congealed blood glinting cruelly in the moonlight. Koda was already running towards him, before jerking roughly to a halt as he stopped himself from going to his godfather's side. Wide-eyed bewilderment settled on his face, quickly shifting to anger at whoever had done this to Cisco.

What if Cisco died- No, Koda couldn't think that yet. It had to look worse than it really was, he told himself unconvincingly. Koda was caught, frozen for a moment and trapped with indecision. The quicker they could dispatch these two wolves, the faster Koda could check on Cisco. Nothing could be done about it before they completed their mission. But it also felt terrible to leave Cisco there, just to help kill a wolf who was already a dead woman walking. A look from Nina stopped him, but what allowed him to turn back into the fray was the russet wolf, Destin, who could be seen rushing to the fallen elder's side. Koda gave a brief flash of eye contact, hoping it would be enough to convey to Destin that this man was utterly important to him, before he joined the circle that was pinning in the pallid female. Two ridge wolves had rushed towards her from the opposite side, and Koda lunged at her back with ivory fangs bared, hoping to sink them into her spine or haunch.

Phineas remained tense – the stranger appeared before them like a ghost from the mist, and his hackles bristled instantly. Taking a step closer to the ebony she-wolf he called leader, Phineas knew Elettra was not some meek she-wolf who could not handle her own, but that did not eradicate his instinct to want to protect her from the hatred of the world.. from the complicated blows that would come her way; whether emotionally, or in this case, physically. They outnumbered the small pack by far, but that did not ease his worry – even the smallest wolf the smallest pack numbers could deal a good hand of damage to their opponents.


He did not question Elettra, how she knew that the pale female before them was not truly sick. He loathed to even touch her – not in fear of contracting disease, but because of the filth she had laid upon their lands and home – she was a vile creature, foaming from the mouth or not.


As Elettra moved forward to surround the she-wolf, the swarthy regal soon shot off to another, his careful fiery eyes following her with concern. She made to attack another on comer, and while he hesitated with the need to remain by her side, a vigilant guardian, Phineas instead whirled upon his large paws, his jaws gaping looser now as he lunged forward to deliver a blow to the ivory female. His fangs bared, a growl escaping his tainted lips, Phineas’ blow aimed to kill as swiftly as he could, his teeth going for the jugular.

Her plan did not work as well as intended – she felt smug as the ivory male warned the group to be careful, her lips curling back to reveal foam, spittle and bloodied teeth, a taunt. But no sooner did the words spill from the stranger’s mouth did another speak up, a regal female of ebony coloration. Her blue eyes flashed dangerously, a snarl bubbling from her throat as she glowered upon the group below. “Who wants to be the first to see if the bitch is right?” Her words flew out across the group, a challenge. The woman began to circle toward Fleetfoot, who in turn, would shift her paws, parting them for pay of battle.


Yet the challenger was not her attacker. Slyscar came upon them, and her eyes flickered in fear for the male – a male who she disliked, and yet still called family. Her heart cringed for him, for now he too eagerly knocked upon death’s door, when her own sacrifice had meant to distract them and allow the remaining wolves of the Aniwaya to flee. To perhaps build a better life for themselves.


She did not have time to truly retaliate before chaos rained down upon them. There was no time to think, barely time to react. She was surrounded instantly, and suddenly three wolves of the same scent lunged to her. They surrounded her to eliminate any means of escape, and she snarled viciously, her muzzle lowering to protect her throat.


It was far too late though. An ivory wolf with an ebony streak upon his spine lunged toward her, his teeth seeking her throat and grasping it with the promise of death. Another wolf came to block he rin, while an ebony male with burnt fur lunged to grasp the other side of her neck.


Her vision blurred in red then, no longer able to see her attackers as her throat and neck were torn, the blood offering perfect clarity to her oncoming death. She felt teeth slice through her spine, causing her pale legs to buckle beneath her. Another set of teeth met her back, ripping the flesh from bone.


Her gaze sought out Slyscar, knowing his death inevitable too, and yet she could see no more.. not past the red, not past the bodies that blocked her path. Fleetfoot was dead before she even fully collapsed to the ground, and despite the brutality of her murder, only one sweet and simple thought was upon her mind: she would be reunited with her love, Blackcrow.