Anger Management

Her cold emotionless mask would finally melt away into features that held no kindness. She had felt the need to tear flesh apart when she failed to find her sister, or any of her family for that mater, now that need was burning within her. A flame that could only be put out by actually fighting someone. Win or loose, it was necessary to contain the jealous beast that resided within her chest. To maintain her composure around a woman who had proved nothing to her but her ability to steal men away from others. Not only did she have to keep from attacking Xephyris' witch but she also had to prove her worth to the silver alpha if he was going to keep her around.

He had to know she was worth more than what he had seen so far. Soleil might not win this fight but at least she would return to him bloody and bruised but alive. Visual proof that she could handle herself. Slowly a plot would form within her mind as she stalked across the blood stained battle field with her head held low and her ears pointed back. All that was needed was a wicked smile and blood coated pelt and she was sure the image of a demented woman would be completed. That wasn't her though, she wasn't demented or cruel. Hell she usually didn't even take her anger out on someone who didn't deserve it, but since she couldn't justifiably tear apart a pregnant woman she would have to settle for a rough spar here. Practice for when the brown witch wasn't pregnant if you will.

She would simply call this anger management. Sparing with another who was also looking to sink their teeth or claws into something would be good practice for the both of them, they would both blow off steam and it would help Soleil to keep doing what she had always done. Train until she either did it right or couldn't see strait. She did plan, or rather hope like hell, to take Xeph back. To change his mind about being unable to love only one woman while at the same time trying not to turn into her father. She believed in honesty, loyalty, and above all else keeping her anger under control. Her sister and mother had been at the receiving end of anger and then she and the rest of her siblings had after her mother died and Estelle left.

So instead of calling for someone to come to her, she would simply look for an opponent. One who hopefully wouldn't hold the spar against a typically kind wolf.