SEVEN NATION ARMY

She thought it was suiting that she was the one to come ahead with her King. Argent had always accepted Isardis?s tendencies, if only because she knew that their bond transcended all the others. There was a reason she was his Queen, that she had had his pups first, that he had told her he loved her. The latter didn?t stand for all that much, for she didn?t doubt he?d spoken it to somebody else, but they weren?t his Queen. None had had a litter quite as large as hers either, and perhaps this bond, this feeling of being special, of being the favorite, that made her willing to stay for him, that made her unwilling to run into Taurig?s arms. Nonetheless, it thrilled her to be by his side, to be walking with him on the frontlines of war.
She lay in hiding, observing her King from his post. Her heart thrummed in her chest, a war drum that knew not how to cease. She observed the stranger up ahead, letting Isardis charge first before she came. Legs propelled her body forwards, body kept low to the ground, and the Duchess?s stride fell with the drums of war. She did not hold back, did not hesitate when she attempted to come behind the Valhallan scout. She leapt, hoping to land on his back with an incredible force, jaws snapping for his spine, claws hoping to find purchase upon his back to hold herself steady. No, he would not find escape.