Artemis could not believe what was happening. This little punk had wandered into their territory! She was pretty sure that Leto was still holding him off, but she run a ways away, closer towards the center or her Daddy's lands. She still couldn't howl loud enough for him to hear her sometimes and she needed him for lots of stuff like, all the time. So she'd learned, and she wouldn't be able to get his attention from that deep in the willows, no sir. So when she got a little closer she tipped back her head and let lose, calling for her Daddy and hell, the rest of her family too. She hadn't seen Iskra in ages, she'd want in on this, right? (But mostly she figured that Daddy might want something to do with this.) She waited impatiently once the call was done, not sure if she should wait there or go back. Leto might need her! Okay, who was she kidding, Leto was probably just fine, she'd seen her win fights in her sleep before. But still! It probably made her a bad sibling to not be there just in case? Or was it more important that her pack thing was defended? Infuriated, she huffed out, "This bites." She sat down in a grump and simmered. "Talk" "You" Think

Mithras was alarmed but not necessarily surprised to hear his daughters call. She, must like her older sister, were... exuberant. Vivacious... Rowdy, comes to mind. A real pawful. Certainly and earful, as evidenced by the fact that he deviated off his patrol route and took off in her direction instead. Gods, what was it this time? Leto had found some youngling on the border? He sacrificed the air he needed to sustain his jogging to indulge in a deep sigh. He was a simple man, with simple needs. When he found where Art was sitting he spared her only a dry glance, trotting right past to follow her trail back from wherever she'd come, hoping it would lead him until he picked up his other daughter's scent. What had they gotten into now? What trouble had they unearthed? Gods, was this what he and his siblings had done to their parents? He and Caia were certainly guilty of that, and he realized with a low grumble that this was his penance. Well, so be it! He'd parent the crap out of this situation, they could just wait and see! (Witnesses say he grumbled to himself the entire way.) "Talk" "You" Think

Wyndelin jolted away, fur on end from the girls howl. What. On. Earth. He felt his gut churning at the tone of the call and carefully crawled out of the temporary den he was sharing with his brother until the flood waters receded. Carefully he crept out of the den, pale blue-green eyes looking to make sure the coast was clear before he took a few steps out. "Gabe!" He poked his head back into the den. "Should we go see what that was about?" What if someone was in trouble? Wait… what were they going to do if someone was in trouble? He couldn't fight off a bear or anything super mean! Wynde crawled back in the den for a moment before crawling right back out in nervous, uncertain movements as he tried to make up his mind about what to do. "Talk" "You" Think

Itri was more or less in shock. His armpit was badly bleeding, and he looked over at the wolf who attacked him. He still wasn't sure what he did wrong, but he was scared. Not wanting to show it though, he narrowed his eyes as he just waited. The bright blue star wolf had run off, and he was left with this other crazy colourful beast. It was like someone dipped these guys in the sky or something. The black pup was still laying on the ground, he didn't feel like standing up right now. His arm was really hurting, and it was all that stupid girls fault. He just wanted to find a place to rest! Soon a group of wolves started to show up, and his silver eyes grew wide as he looked up at the massive, giant, bright wolf. Holy crap! What the hell was going on here? Was he dreaming? Did the demon ball of fur kill him and he was in a strange ass bright world? Confused and pretty much in shock, he just blinked, not moving from the spot on the ground. "talk" 'think' "you"

Still bristling and stiff-legged, eyes still wild, she stared back at the trespasser and paced back and forth. Arry had gone off to find Da so all she had to do was stay here and guard the awful boy and he'd come and see what she'd done and be impressed, then he'd kick the nasty trespasser off their lands for good! Because well, he could actually carry the whiner out of the borders. She was mad! The punk had hurt her! There was blood dripping down her face from the wounds he'd inflicted, and her eye ached where he'd smashed her in it. It made her mad, and as she paced back and forth she huffed and growled at him.

She perked up when she saw a familiar tall, nebulous form trotting towards them though. "DA I CAUGHT'A TRESPASSERRRR!" she hollered out, coming to a halt in a pugnacious stance reminiscent of a bulldog.