Dance in Blood and Fire; Claim Challange

Somehow, it did not surprise the brute that it had come to this - from the moment he had first met Cat and surmised who she was in relation to Sibelle, he knew. He had vowed to himself then that he would fight her if she posed a thread to his mate, he just never realised.. never dreamed that her pack would go this far to get their revenge upon her. In fact, he had expected a death-match more likely then this. This.. felt more like revenge upon Crucifix then it did upon Sibelle. He left the pack, his sister and his children when the first crack of lightning struck silver against the late evening sky. It had taken him the rest of yesterday and all of today to ensure things where settled within Solstice and to prepare himself to face the woman he wasn't certain he could beat. That was more then long enough, already he feared for Sibelle locked prisoner inside their lands and could not leave her a day longer. He had done his research before he left for this suicide mission, had found the spot of her battle and found the scent of Arcanium amongst the trampled earth and blood.



He shed his worries and responsibilities as he thought of his Sibelle, and allowed his fear to simmer to anger in his gut, he found the wolf he had been before the burdens of leadership and lives had weighed him down. He prowled across the lands between them with the sleek freedom of a panther, with the blood-lust that had brought him to Covari. He stepped cooly into place before their border line even as the first mist of fine rain began to fall from the angry clouds above, his eyes burning violet lamps as he raised his head and howled for her, howled for the woman whose blood he was likely to taste tonight.