Motif was a little slower to arrive, but only by a moment or two – still she was able to hear the words slip from the strangers lips, and the golden eyed girl would push her shoulder into Rhythm's, and lift her entire body as tall as she could as she placed herself before her, hackles raised and eyes promising hell. “Over my dead body” she softly promised Rhythm. Her eyes followed the battle anxiously, this was not a fight that Bass was allowed to lose, and on the off chance that he did then this stranger.. this wolf that smelt like Imperium would never again have a moments peace.
She would do whatever the hell she could, hell, she would challenge for Imperium and that slimy fool who thought to send his lackey to take the girl he supposedly liked, would pay hell for this atrocity. She debated a moment slipping away right now and challenging for that pack, then this brute would come home to find that he belonged to her that they all belonged to her... she hadn't done battle for a while but she would fight like a hell cat for what she loved, for what she had promised to keep safe, she would burn the whole damn world if it protected Rhythm. She stayed in her protective stance over her sister, sending all her thoughts of love, respect, and trust to Bass - he could do this, he was a fighter too, just like her.
