At this point Angel had already beaten her, so there was no point in rushing.
She'd come across her taller brother's fresh trail as she'd been sprinting toward her father's call and stopped immediately with a disappointed pout. The scent made it clear that he'd already been this way several minutes ago so unless he'd completely missed the meeting place and run past it he'd have beaten her there already. She took a moment to shake her ruffled fur back into shape - if she wasn't going to be the first one there she'd at least be the best looking one there - before moving into the clearing as regally and imperially as she could, drawing herself up to her full height and lifting her delicate, sharp-boned head elegantly.
Until her gold eyes fell on the dark chocolate form cuddling up to her father.
For a moment it felt like everything else around her fuzzed out, her tunnel vision red around the edges and entire body going stiff with rage. "What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing." She snarled, biting each word off with a snap. A shiver of rage shook her body where she stood in the midst of the pack, none of whom had dared say anything against the healer, and she spat the words out uncaring of consequences in her fury. All she knew was that the last time she had seen this woman, she was abandoning Vana's injured father, supposedly this woman's lover, betraying him in favor of some stupid useless mutilated slave. Why was everyone just accepting that she was back? Did no one else care how much Rhythm had hurt Valentine? "How dare you? Who do you think you are that you can betray this pack and my father and act like nothing ever happened? You come in here and rub yourself all over him? You filthy, slave loving traitor."
