SEVEN NATION ARMY

He had been waiting anxiously in Valhalla's territory, waiting for the wolves of Glaciem to come marching at their borders. The newly promoted Digamma hadn't been able to sit still since his arrival in Valhalla. How could he when the Ice Pack was coming to tear down his pack's ally? It wasn't right, but it was what it was. There was no avoiding it and to not fight would surely mean that Valhalla would perish and that clearly wasn't going to be something that would be allowed so easily. A call of distress would snap the man from his thoughts, grey crown whipping around in the direction of the call, golden eyes steeling, jaws clenching. And so the war begins.


Not wanting to waste time, Pontifex would rush towards the borders of Valhalla, coming across a horrific scene. The body of a man lay strewn across the other side of the border, savagely torn apart, his throat missing. Standing close to the body were two wolves, one male and one female, the female donning a wolf's skull over her own. Immediately the digamma would settle himself into his defenses, knees bent, toes splayed, plume aligned with his spine for balance, chin tucked against his chest, ears flattened against his skull. Golden eyes would narrow to slits, dark lips peeling back against ivory daggers, a snarl rumbling inside of his chest. He didn't want to die, but he was willing to do so if it meant protecting his family.


Pontifex vs ???


For seige


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