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Wyvernpaw had woken up and chosen violence. Well, she had been doing this for months before today, that was a given, but today she was feeling extra spicy. In all seriousness, however, Wyvernpaw felt she could be doing more for her family and the Glades in general. And, from what she had heard in quiet whispers, was the big bads. The Coatlition, hiding in their little island. Wyvernpaw was.. well. She was smarter then attacking on her own, but she could at least scout it out, right? In n' out.

Wyvernpaw had spent quite some time setting up for her journey, setting out in early morning before her brothers were awake, leaving a small note on her bed stating she'd be back before anyone could start worrying. The journey had been easy and all in all, something she could handle. Wyv was confident, her spirits high and no guilt in her stomach. She'd of course be back, after all.

Wyv finally came to the edge of the island, taking a deep breath. Judging by the directions that the merchants she passed gave her.. Her eyes lifted, looking across the water. There. Her head turned to her right, spotting the hissing head of a snake, rumored to lead to darker things. She gulped gently, before plunging into the depths of the tunnel. It wasn't long before the young apprentice was climbing out of the tunnel, warily looking around the Coalition's territory.

[member=18216]MAUDE P.[/member]

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She had never smelled their scent before, but upon hearing those words, Wyvernpaw almost shrunk back into the tunnel. Her ears flattened against her head, drawn back, a grimace on her muzzle. Muttering a curse to herself, Wyvern swallowed, before leaping out, holding a battle stance- a weak one, albeit- but at least she was trying. Wyvern's purple eyes were narrowed, her teeth grit and a grimace painted on her face. "Who are you." She demanded.

There was definitely a shake started in her paws. She felt as if the world was crashing down around her- this was a bad idea. A bad, bad idea, she now realized. She was across the island from home, far away from any help. No one knew where she was. Fuck. She thought to herself.

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Wyvern's eyebrows drew together. Her fur was on end, her lips drawn back, eyes set on the girl in front of her. She felt the shake in her paws and wished that she might just disappear instead of having to face down, but Wyvern wouldn't back down from a fight. Not like this. She came for her brother, and she wasn't leaving either without him, or.. no. She wouldn't be leaving without him. That was not well thought, Wyvern.

Her face dropped into a frown at her announcement, and she replied sharply. "No, I'm not leaving. I'm here for my brother." She replied. The scents matched, actually, her ears flattening against her skull. She felt her bandages shifted as her wings flapped gently. She glanced over her shoulder at them, cursing to herself. She hated those things. She looked back forward, taking a stance. "So.. take.. me to him." She called. While Maze and her had their differences, they were still siblings, for heck's sake.

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