A disgruntled huff was snorted from flared nostrils as the peppered yearling paced anxiously across the inner sanctum of the territory. Warm amber gaze that burned so much like her late father's scrutinizing the dancing stalks of rye that acted like a curtain to block any hope of at least seeing what was going on, but there was no muffling the orchestra of snarls and growls that filtered through the air. Within her chest a small rumble formed, clearly voicing her disagreement at her current predicament. She should be out there defending her home! She was an Avalon after all! Not…not pup sitting.
It was with this thought of the pups that Sphinx decided to cool her jets a bit by giving the should be slumbering children another check in since that was how Ade left them before entering the fray alongside the others. Sticking her head into the opening of the den, her eyes took a moment to adjust from the blinding light of outside to the dimly lit confines inside. One…tw… What the?!
Panic quickly consumed the yearling as she backpedalled out from the den and frantically scoured the area to and fro. No sign of little Vasi, that rascal. She swore that pup liked to try and give her a heart attack. Luckily, though, there was a trace of the little girl's scent and immediately Sphinx was hot on her trail. Right. Towards. The. Chaos.
Swift limbs charged through the golden stalks and in her haste she almost collided with the pale, rigid frame of Laike whom was standing guard over the cowering child. A mixture of relief and shit he's gonna kill me after this for losing his pup AGAIN, washed over her like a nauseous wave, but little time was had dwelling on such thoughts as the increased volume of snarls and now exchanged words caught Sphinx's attention.
Ahead, narrowed lids studied the chaotic scene that was playing out. Two dumb intruders had snuck past their boarders for what she didn't know and it was the majority of the Rye against the darker, older wolf. A beige and brown male that couldn't be much older than herself guarded behind the other. Open for repercussions. This was her chance! Confident Laike had his daughter under control, like a silver bullet with tunnel vision Silva charged forward with Vaken in her targeted sights, jaws agape and ready to sink rows of ivory teeth into flesh. Much like her mother, she was a do now, think later type of gal. Actions spoke louder than words.