Shoot it, shoot it out cause they want it, want it now, now

Dagrún had settled into the life of a loner though she still longed to find a place where she belonged. After several strike outs she had contemplated just becoming a loner permanently or else trying to find one of her siblings or relatives. Surely someone had settled down somewhere and she wouldn't be a total stranger. Her ears perked up at the sound of a challenging echoing through the air. Oh? Perhaps this would offer her some hints.

Dag shifted her course and arrived to find two fights. Each between a strange glowing wolf and a more normal looking one. Well, as normal as normal was in Boreas. She recognized the scents as being that of Valhalla and the Armada. Oh joy… Fireside hadn't gotten along with either pack very well, especially the bloated ego of the Armada alpha. She settled down to watch, keeping a close eye on her peripheral vision should someone decide to attack her. She no longer had the scent of Fireside on her coat but one couldn't afford to let their guard down.