Greek Takeover

Another challenge? What was going on in the world that there were all these attacks on alphas all of a sudden? Ember pondered this strange surge of aggression as she followed her sire up north across the Bifröst toward the Battlefield. It was a bit of a journey, but with the challenged alpha being her cousin and the Hallows' closest ally, the wolves of the south would be remiss if they didn't attend to throw their support behind Basilisk and the Armada. Fatalis blood was as much in her veins as Carpathian blood was and this was her family being threatened. As the group arrived at the Battlefield, the fight was just kicking off, Basilisk charging the unknown male that Ember had seen at the other pack challenge. Her eyes narrowed, gazing across the other attendees with suspicion. So many familiar faces from then too... Were they all one coalition? A new group of enemies forming? Suddenly the weight of Ravenedge on her back felt all the more comforting.

Following her father to sit on the Armada's side of supporters to show their allegiance to Basilisk, Ember sat tall and alert. Her father's words of warning spoken in their family's tongue made her fur bristle slightly, oceanic blue eyes narrowing to deadly points as she surveilled the crowd, watching for any signs of threats outside the arena. "Înțeles, Tatí." She would be ready to react to anything if it came to more violence from the gathered wolves that had clearly marked themselves as their enemies.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"