SOS

The borders had been steadily active, the standard call and response to those that wanted entrance into the pack or to see the alphas for other reasons. It was the reason that she had frozen at the sound of Liberty's howl, before breaking into a run to find the girl. What had happened, what had scared her? The alpha cursed silently, she needed to call the pack together to warn them of the dangers Alacritia had been sporting as of late. Rayne had already been attacked, she wanted younger wolves and those inexperienced with battle to either learn to protect themselves or travel in pairs.

But all that would be placed on the backburner as she sprinted toward the young female. Valhalla's beta to be was a strong one, yet she seemed to be struggling to keep herself together. The woman did her best not to get angry at who or whatever had done this to the other, and forced herself to remain as calm as she could be. The alpha had not been the only one to respond to Liberty's howl, she would be beaten by the girl's own father. She only knew because the other's call would ring throughout the territory, requesting the assistance of she or Gideon.

Chrysanthe would howl back while closing the distance, gaining ground quickly as she made her way toward the others. When she got there, she pulled herself to a screeching halt, huffing lightly as she glanced at Friction. "Is she alright? Is she hurt?" She attempted to rephrase her question - because clearly she wasn't alright, but she couldn't initially tell if the girl had been injured. "Liberty, you're alright, Friction and I are here." The younger female would be given the chance to try and catch her breath before explaining what had her so frazzled. The alpha would stand guard over the both of them, standing between them and the borders. Should anyone be following the girl, they would have to go through her first.