let the ravens gather

She comes like a goddess. There is nothing in her features, not but sternness on her golden face that does not so much as flicker as she moves to the arena. She sees the aftermath, the ruins, the fires that she has left to burn. There is nothing left in her chest anymore, nothing but a maternal sense of duty which will never flicker off. Duty to family, duty to her children, duty to the pack she had crafted.

The pack the ebony coward now sought to steal away.
She stands firm in her defenses; legs spread equally apart, weight evenly distributed across all four of her grounded limbs, toes spread, claws bite lightly into the soil, limbs bend, tail lashes out behind her body for balance, hackles raise, shoulders roll, head lowers to align with her spine, neck scrunches, chin tucks, jaws part, eyes narrow, ears pin back, lips curl upwards into a sinister snarl, muscles tense in the slightest of ways in preparation.
She brings herself before the scene without a word. Perhaps her presence goes unnoted, and she does not cower as she approaches Katja head on. ?You,? she says. Her voice is wrath, lightening, the spite of the gods brought down to Earth. She is their chosen, she knows this now, their weapon. ?You could not beat me yourself, and so you wait until I am away to bring your issues with me upon innocent children, upon my family,? she snarls. She has defeated Katja multiple times on the same day, and to her it seems the Viking had waited for the perfect opportunity, waited until Virgil was gone from these lands to strike.
And now? Now she seeks to rip children from their family, children that had nothing to do with Virgil?s impulsive, heartbroken actions.
?You will release my children, Katja. You will give them their choice. Or I will kill you. If you refuse I will give you a week, for unlike you I am no coward and will only grant a fair fight. And then I will kill you,? she snaps. There is no question; she will kill the alphess one way or another. There is murder in her eyes, power in her stance. Virgil Olympus, wrath of the gods, power of the Olympus family, is back to finish what she started.
OOC: I realize that DMs have to be player-agreed or staff-approved, but Virgil honestly wouldn?t do/say anything else so idk. If it comes to it I guess she?ll just try to keep maim matching Katja or something? CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN WE GET THERE.