I came to take what was his [Sorella/GN]

[Akante]

Sorella said:

[[Sor is Julius's niece, and one of his strongest and most stubborn followers. . . She hates GN, mainly LP and WL. So. . . she's come to spread the hate. . . c:]]

Scum - that's what this entire pack was!

Scum, and anything that could possibly be lower than scum. They had no sense of respect for their packmates, let alone their own kin! She hadn't been one of the pack, not once in her life. But she had tried fervently to be on, back when Julius had the power. Back when he was king of all of the North. Back when power was bestowed in the right paws. Back before the horrid betrayal of her cousins. Those putrid traitors. Whitelightning . . . Lightpaws. Those fools who had murdered their own uncle in cold, greedy blood. They craved the throne to the Grand Nord for themselves, and they had achieved it. But they had cheated. They used the Blackbloods. The once "Elite Guard". Had Julius sustained such power, he could've smashed the two brothers in an instant. There wasn't a doubt of that. Not one doubt.

A snarl slurred from the bitch's maw, her cooper eyes flaring with spite. Her paws treaded heavily in the snow, not bothering to stop at the borders. Nope. She continued, her tail swishing arrogantly from side to side. If the Tsars were the 'kings' they were, then she had as much of a damn right to be here as well. Except she did not uphold their 'values' and 'beliefs'. She had a hell of a lot more dignity and pride and respect than any damn creature who followed those horrid twins. Anyone who would kill their kin out of selfish greed for the throne, while cheating, was worthless. Julius had killed his own brother, that much was true, but that was necessary. Just look how far Julius had taken the pack! If the brother had stayed in power, the Grand Nord wouldn't be in existance today!
Sorella scented the border markings. The scent was disgusting; it made her gag, the pelt on her back bristling in anguish. It wasn't the scent she was used to. It wasn't Julius's scent. And so, in obvious effect, this pack was worthless. The Grand Nord could only be called 'Grand' when under a strong ruler. The twins were weak, useless, pathetic. She knew it, and it would be a shock to the female if no one else had noticed this as well.

Hopefully they had, otherwise they were just as pathetic.

The arctic she-wolf stiffened her pace, brown eyes glaring with hatred before her. Her stride was quick and fervent. She almost chuckled, amused at how far she had gotten past the borders. Such weaklings. Now it was just a game. She wanted to see just how far she could go undetected. Her maw curled into a crude sneer, her snarling laughter seeping through quietly.
How amusing. . .

[Akante]

Cooper said:

The wind whipped through the scarce trees making the branches crackle and bend. There was no place to hide near the borders on the southern side where most wolves slipped out of the green forests and into the white snow plains. But it was no longer winter and the snow was melting. The General of the Guard crept behind the cluster of boulders; they had fallen from the cliffs due to erosion. Her shrewd icy blue eyes stared daggers into the trespasser watching as she crept over the luscious grasses of the north. Aelyrra’s paws shuffled silently together as she poised herself, laying in waiting of the perfect moment to spring out. The General wanted to make sure that this indeed was a trespasser, there was different tell signs. This female didn’t look lost or confused, her face was contorted into disgust, and it made for a clear distinction between ‘attack’ and ‘do not attack’.

Her tail wagged behind her, she loved the hunt. It had been a long time since she had confronted a trespasser. She knew that soon she would have to train others to become professionals in the art of attack and capture, but those times came later. Aelyrra lowered her head, watching as the girl approached still, looking haughty about how far she had gotten into the pack lands. Closer… Aelyrra egged Sorella on in her mind, she needed the other wolf to be closer.

Aelyrra looked around the bend of the rocks; the female was close enough now. She jumped out in front of her, advancing with purposeful agility. Her lips were rolling back as she advanced, a growl ripping up from her throat rolling around on the back of her tongue. Her head was held high, she didn’t want to let the female get in an easy shot and she wanted to provoke dominance.

“You…” she snapped, her growl detonating into a vile bark.

“You are trespassing in the Greater North.”
“I would ask you what you’re doing here, but I don’t give a shit.”

This is when her head lowered, as if to bow to an opponent before delivering an attack. Aelyrra wasn’t waiting around for another wolf to show up, this was usually her territory nay her job to deal with trespassers. As well, she really wanted to have a good tussle.

She leapt at the she-wolf, she made no missteps as she slid on her back paws and rolled to the side of the girl so that she could spring up and stand behind her. Aelyrra heard the slope of her spine crackle in disagreement with her moments. Her moments were still steady, she would aim to bite the back haunch of Sorella.