as we collide

Azalea could not control her eyes from looking over the heavily scarred wolf who sat among the Valhallans. It was Seraphine, the ugly gal larger but much younger than Azalea. She hadn't been among those listed to come here and for this reason she pulled back her ears at her pack mate. How could she so blatantly disregard Crysanthe's wishes? There was a bubble of selfishness that threatened to overcome her but she held herself in check. If she desired, Chrysanthe would deal with the she-wolf later.

There was no more time to worry of the uninvited presence, her gaze drawn as Isardis bolted forward. Her eyes stretched wide with worry for her aunt as he charged toward her prepared for battle. They connected, the fur flying, and first blood was drawn. Azalea snarled, tipped forward to where her rump lifted off the ground. Blood was a given in a fight but it frustrated her more than she expected to see her alpha and kin bleed when there was nothing she could do for her. Amber eyes sparked wildly and she covered her snarl by licking her lips to try and release the tension.

Her attention was ripped away, falling to the wolves who stood opposite of their ranks. Glaciem wolves. Few looked like true fighters. Argent, the one who had attended the king on his trip to Valhalla, looked very much serious, as did a younger darker wolf. Her eyes nearly missed the familiar slate and white wolf who was gliding in. Electric green eyes sweeping over the events lazily. His body was filled with a confidence that was dark the seething. It moved around him, like a living part of his being.

Their eyes connected and she became acutely aware of her slack jaw. Quickly she blinked, straightening up and clenching her jaws shut. Her teeth ground together as her eyes grew narrow. Vixe sat down distinctly on the wrong side of the spectrum and silently her mind scolded her for not seeing it before. They had met in the north, how far from the Glaciem borders? He had that dark confidence about him. He was very distinctly Glaciem.

She hoped he was watching as she rolled her eyes in frustration before focusing back on the fight that stood between them. Chrysanthe had better kick Isardis' ass. "Hell, I might just kick Vixe's ass."