Holy Jetsam

From the view in the room she shared with Azriel, Atreyu could see most of the island. She was scanning the beaches when she saw the distant shape of three wolves coming ashore, one of them on a makeshift raft being carried across the channel that ran between the isle and mainland. From her vantage point she couldn't make out the details of the three, even when she strained her eyes to do so. Her brow furrowed and she looked to Bigs before hopping off of the bed and making her way down to the ground level of the building they resided in. Taking the stairs two at a time, Atreyu moved like pink lightning out of the building and toward the strangers on the beach.

When she got close enough to see them, she was surprised to recognize them. The familiar forms of Gany and Lailah a welcome sight to see, though the one brought flashes of excruciating memory to the forefront of her mind. As she drew closer, her hackles raised slightly in defense, her muscles tensing automatically out of reflex. She shook herself to ease it, hoping that he was not what he seemed to be, then approached with caution. She wanted to rush to her brother, but the sight of the dark brown male brought such painful memories that Atreyu was full of suspicion of him. It wasn't until she was close enough to make out the actual details of their faces that Atreyu stopped dead in her tracks and looked between the three of them.

Her hackles raised fully when she finally recognized why the male brought up those painful memories, he was part of it! The wolf that stood on her beach was none other than the demon prince himself, and a deep set rage boiled in her veins. Lashing her tail, Atreyu approaches the trio with a rumbling growl in her throat. The need to get his throat between her teeth was almost overwhelming, and she stopped several feet away from them, tempering her rage with the joy at seeing her brother and Lailah. Her eyes flitted briefly over to Gany and the swollen form of Lailah, her hard glare softening just slightly before she returned those holographic eyes to the demon prince. "You have three seconds to get right with your gods, demon. Assuming you have any." She would let him have his final prayers, if he had any. It was an odd feeling to be both enraged and overjoyed, she wanted to jump and hoot that her brother and pack mate had survived the genocide. The demon prince's presence brought on something she could not ignore, she wanted his blood on her teeth with a fierce passion. She would let him make his peace with his gods first, it was the only kindness she would be inclined to afford him in this moment.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'