Knock Knock You about to get.....

On the return trip from inspecting the strange occurrences happening up in Boreas, the call for a challenge was a rude and rather unwelcome one to the Hellborn wolves. Stolas' ears snapped up and gray eyes narrowed. Who the hell would be calling for an alpha challenge at a time like this?! Exchanging a concerned look with Widow, Stolas escorted his wife down to the Boneyard to face their foe. Widow was a woman who needed no backup or knight in shining armor to come to her rescue, but she was also full of their puppies right now, and Stolas feared what the challenger might be capable of doing. Would the cur try to kill their unborn children in the challenge? The mere thought had the Goetia prince on edge.

Arriving at the arena, Stolas eyed up the challenger—a small obnoxiously vibrant thing less than half their size. Raising a brow in incredulity, he cast one more supportive look to his queen, then stepped aside after offering her a kiss. "Tear her to shreds," he whispered to Widow in support, then took his place squarely behind her with the rest of the Hellborn wolves to watch the fight take place. His nerves were tense, smooth fur bristled, gray eyes sharp and focused. If this little wolf tried to go any real harm to his wife or their children, he wouldn't hesitate to rip her throat out.

"Stolas"