Bite the Light. Fight the Night.

The lake that fireflies liked to dance across had been one of her favorite places ever since her father brought her here, though it did have a bit of a different connotation for her after all of the run ins with the cloaked firefly figure. She had ultimately came to the decision that everything that happened hadn’t been the mysterious figure’s fault after all, but coming here did remind her of him all the same. Now that she and her family were back on the island where she had spent a large part of her younger years she was able to visit the lake much more often. Her mother still wouldn’t let her go too far from their newly formed pack on her own, but now that she was only a couple months shy of her first birthday and had a lovely pair of ravens of her own to keep watch she could at least come this far pretty freely.

Avacyn was near the lake’s edge when she heard a trio of growls that were different that the wolf growls she was used to. Her ears perked and she crouched down, weaving her way through the grasses and cat tails to check it out, her curiosity outweighing any caution she had about the situation. Soon enough her obsidian gaze landed on a lioness who was far larger than any other animal she had ever laid eyes on that seemed to be cornered by two male lions who honestly seemed dwarfed by the female. Avacyn peeked at the lioness with awe and curiosity. Most of the ladies in her family, herself included, were smaller than the males, but this lady towered over everything and Avacyn couldn’t help but grin as she watched her.

Her curious amazement was interrupted when the lioness swiped at one of the intruding males who returned the favor and made the female step back with a paw hitting the water. Avacyn frowned from where she was hiding in the cattails, considering her options for a moment before letting out a quick, shrill whistle. Her ravens dove in toward the males, clawing with talons at their faces and flapping dark wings to drive them off, startling the two males enough to have them stumbling backward. Ava circled around through the cattails while this was going on till she found herself behind the two males and as soon as they began to stagger back she leapt out of her cover to hook her tiger-like claws into the inner thigh of one of them, yanking back hard to tear through tendons and muscle, earning a pained roar from the lion.

"Avacyn Mendacium"