SEVEN NATION ARMY

*Azalea* · (This post was last modified: 11-15-2013, 03:01 PM by Azalea.)

The sound of her beating heart was quickly lost in the mayhem around her. The raging battle was fierce and wolves dropped left and right. She caught a glimpse of her father, the air rushing from her lungs as she did. Paws were in motion, moving her through the chaos with purpose. She would fight alongside him.

That was about when she saw Chrysanthe. It was the sound of her aunt's pain, a blood cuddling caterwaul, that drew her eyes away from her father with alarm. Her near twin stumbled about before dropping to the ground where she lay limp. "Chrysanthe!" She cried out, amber eyes not leaving her aunt as she rushed over to her. Azalea watched Argent disappear into the sea of bodies.

To her relief Chrys was still breathing. She didn't waste a second, grabbing her aunt by the scruff and slowly pulling her dead weight off to the side of the field. She paused midway, lifting her muzzle to call for a healer, any healer. She got Chrysanthe out of the fray without incident, it seemed most the wolves had the sense not to attack a downed wolf or to attack her while she was trying to help. It was clear that her leader would not be getting back into the fight, at least not for a while.

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