You Better Fight Fair

Albion eventually caught up with his sister and brother in the Elysium festival. He hadn’t forgotten the young girl and boy they had met so long ago on the island and when they all got their he had recognized them in an instant. Mostly though, Albi observed. His surroundings, the other wolves, the different faces that he did not recognize. He found his icy eyes lingering on the shining purple heiress. She was nothing like the two of his sisters in the sea of boys.

Pale ears perked towards her as he listened to the rules she provided them all, but Albion had never been vindictive or particularly violent. He doubted the rules were made with him in mind. As she stated his team the long legged yearling moved to Avacyn’s right. He gave her a little nod of his head before rounding on Cerberus’ shoulder. He looked back over his shoulder at Scylla as she seemed to take the lead for her own team. The pale boy naturally looked to Cerberus for that position.

"Albion Klein"