She had been abandoned. Left to rot in this forsaken place without a single soul to waste their thoughts upon her. The entire reason why she had come to Dirac was now nonexistent, leaving the woman to be nothing more than a traitor to one pack and a nuisance to another. She had not seen Anthrax since their tumultuous fight, and she could only imagine what he had tried to do afterwards. It was the babe's assumption that, in his fury, the male had sought Torvald. In his state, she could now only expect that the man she loved was dead. A sigh bubbled from the babe's lips, her ears swinging back as she slowly lifted her dirtied muzzle from where she lay, plagued with thoughts that only tortured her endlessly.
A huff of frustration was expelled from the doll's lips, and she forcibly lifted her thin frame from the earth, rocking slightly unsteadily upon her feet. When she had regained her balance, the woman wandered forwards, aimlessly stalking the forest and catching a stale whiff of Anthrax here and there, a smell that made the pang in her heart beat with more persistence. A soft growl of frustration bubbled from her, and Revenge snapped her head to the side, rattling her brain and her thoughts.
She pressed forth through the thick underbrush of the land, her tail swaying as the mistress moved without purpose, without need or cause. Half prepared to collapse upon the very ground that held her up, Revenge's movements were caught suddenly short when a bloodcurdling scream knifed through the air. Her snout whipped around quickly, every inch of the woman's anatomy on the alert. Her nostrils flared, searching for some foreign scent, but all she caught was the musk of the seraphim. That was good enough for her. "Vengeance!" she exclaimed suddenly, hoping that he would hear and heed to her cry as the female set off at a steady lope to determine the source of the scream. She could only imagine what she might find when she got there.
It didn't take long to cross the pack's territory and locate the source of the noise, but the sight that met the woman's eyes was a shocking one indeed. Strewn bloodily across the forest floor was a female wolf's body, the powerful frame of a male with bloodied jowls standing over her. And off to the side, limp and wounded - but alive - lay a young child. Revenge narrowed her eyes, hoisting her muzzle higher and allowing her glare to settle upon the murderer, who also happened to be an intruder. The babe's hackles raised, her ears pinning as a lip was curled, an attempt at causing intimidation, though her slight build did not make this a very effective trial. "You don't belong here," she warned quietly, hoping to stall the monstrosity until Vengeance arrived - and she did hope he would hurry.