SEVEN NATION ARMY

N/A · 10-30-2013, 09:29 AM

Rayne

She had left the safety of the Healers Den. She had wasted no time in heading down to battle field. Her crown lowered, chin ticking agint her throat, ears fell flat against her skull, her tail tucked to avoid being grabbed. The smell of blood was overpowering, it assaulted her nostrils making her head spin. Snarls screamed in her ears, the sounds of war continued. She prayed that this wound end soon. Two toned eyes scanned the field, looking for the wounded.

Spilled blood soaked the earth. Valhallan wolves continued to fight bravely, taking on Glaciem ruthlessly. Her home couldn't fall, Valhalla needed to pull through. She moved quickly, legs snapping forward with every step. She avoided making much noise, her goal to find the wounded and get out of there. She was a Healer, this was not her place, but the wounded needed her. Her pounded in her chest, adrenaline flooding her system.

One particular battle caught her attention. Six wolves battled each other. Eyes narrowed. Three Valhallans versus three Glaciems. She shook her head, she couldn't get distracted, she needed to focus. She continued her rounds around he battle, carefully avoiding each fight that took place. Senses were on high alert, her eyes darted around, nostrils flared, sounded flooded her ears. Eyes landed on one particular fallen form. A chocolate brute, long dead now. He looked so familiar to her. Lovatt? The brute she had met only twice now? No. Did Glaciem initate this attack by murdering the man? Lips curled faintly in a silent snarl. Anger surging her body.

OOC: any wounded valhallans may approach Rayne and she will lead them back to the den, or demy can come attack her XD

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