YOU'RE SO TOXIC && open, joiners.

[VANDAL R.]

Vandal doesn't care about the petty fight between the Typhoon and the Ascendants, she doesn't care about what they smell like or what they look like, all she cares about is that they're a threat and three of her nieces are on the border with them. It's enough to drive the protective side of her absolutely crazy with worry, and she's flying almost recklessly just to get to them in time. Flashes of nightmares, of limbs torn from bodies, of corpses haphazardly strewn across the battlefield trill loudly in her mind and she's scared - scared what might happen to them.

She skids to a stop behind her nieces. She's glad to see that they're safe and alright but eyes the others rather warily anyway. They stink, they don't smell like them - but the way that they move piques her interest. It appears that they seem to be basing their actions off of Owen, the only one in the group to talk, she figures they see him as their leader. It's almost conflicting. They fascinate her, but she doesn't want them anywhere close to her nieces. Not after what they did to Lulu.

Vandal notices Echo's look at Sylvina, and it immediately kicks her instincts to overdrive. Her wings ache to be released, wanting to fully unfurl in all of their massive glory as an act of dominance - but she holds herself back when Fischer makes an appearance. Swallowing dryly, the maned wolf wraps her wings tighter around herself but steps closer to her nieces, ready to protect them if need be. When she speaks, her voice is still strained. "Yes, best wait for Pincher to show up before we make any decisions regarding this lot."