Spare a cup of sugar?

Ellara had been waiting for the moment. The call from Artorias rang loud and clear, and her heart responded in kind. She was ready. She moved swiftly from her position, muscles coiled and heart steady, stepping into the sunlight that glinted off her latte-pink and coffee-brown fur. Her striking pink eyes focused on the direction of the battle cry, feeling the tension in the air as the unfamiliar scent mixed with the familiar borders of Polaris.

This wasn’t the first time she had been in a raid, but the unfamiliar scent of the male added a layer of caution. Who was in charge now? What had changed? These thoughts, while necessary, were pushed aside as she steeled her focus.

Following Artorias’ lead, she positioned herself closer to the border, just far enough to maintain visibility and make the first move should the need arise. Her body tensed as she scanned the landscape, her gaze narrowing as she waited for any sign of an opponent.

Breathing evenly, Ellara silently readied herself, recalling the brief moments of peace that preceded every storm. With ears perked and muscles coiled, she awaited the challenger who would decide just how friendly or fierce this raid would become.