✂ = threatening them
Her entire body crumpled at the angry roar, pressing herself down against the ground in a instinctive, submissive way -- a sort of bow. Glowing eyes blinked up at Skolas, barely able to believe, barely able to process that it was him. But slowly, the realization began to dawn on her.
Skolas. Her Kell of Kells. The one who had rallied her. The one who had given her hope.
The one that had gotten captured. The one who was thought to be dead. The one that left all of the scattered wolves behind to fight and tear each other apart, just like every house did.
And now -- he was here? How long had he been free? How long had it been that he could have returned? Her thoughts we quickly turning bitter. Was he even, truly captured in the first place, or had he just abandoned them.
Slowly, her body began to shift backwards, crawling on her legs and primary arms. Behind the old, scavenged Devils mask she wore, Yaviks' mouth pulled back in a sort of half-snarl.
"You." She said, backing up against an old building. If things went south quickly, she could dart inside, the space too big for such a large kell. "How dare you come here now, after all is lost!”
