The call of the woman was heard. It echoed throughout the battlefield. Ardhel had been far away too far away. Her paws hit the terra as she moved towards the source of the sound wanting to know what was going on. When her eyes met the crowd of wolves she gasped. It was a woman that she did not recognise in battle with Chrysanthe. Who would want to take their home from them? Then she saw him, Isardis. She had never met the king of glaciem, but she knew that he was an albino behemoth who wore a gold band. She growled. Why wouldn't Glaciem just lay Valhalla off? She guessed that they were behind this. Ardhel remained where she was. She had a clear view of the fight. "C'mon Chrysanthe" she muttered under her breath.
