Threats and death declarations. All were so very familiar in Alacritian lands. All were so very confusing as well, a thought hard to comphrend, one so incoherent that no one has ever been able to unravel the being behind it. "Some paths are so dark, that even Denki cannot shine a light to help us. All we can do is prepare for what's ahead of us." The Arrow had struck a heart, and that heart was so fragile in their hands, it could be easily crushed. "Though hate may be outward, deep within, they know who their Olori is, who will fight to protect us. If you ever need anyone to help you battle for what belongs to our family and our pack, you can count on me." A smile would form upon her steely muzzle as her rubies found the distracted gaze of her brother, her steely banner waving in reassuring manners. If Quelt was gone, who would fight for what they loved, who would lead them through the darkest times, who would be their family? If her brother disappeared, she would be willing to take his place for some time, but she could never be a leader like her brother was -- is.
