for @crowndgods
The she-wolf is prepared to die for her people and her cause - for the things she loves, even if they are undeserving of that love or of her. There were reasons why off adventuring with those now dead and gone came back alive and a girl with barely a scratch upon her. Who was the fighter but the woman who fought to protect those, and now who did she have to protect but the interests of a king to avenge deaths she could’ve prevented? Armies had not drawn into full battle yet, not open warfare and the collision that would break men and see lions and wolves fall going for each others throat. Her specialty was the wild wolf, a she-wolf of the north. With her height, speed, stealth, and the dark thoughts in her head of having little to fight for but a king and the north, if given a sharp knife and a full hour, she could eliminate half a battalion before they woke from their beds. No, here they attacked scouting parties, created confusion and themselves sought paths forward for when true battle would occur.
It was, however, something to note how overwhelmingly sick this made her feel, a stomach tied in knots, barely able to keep breakfast down. Never before had it been like this for her, but in anticipation of such a fight and with very little to live for, was it the thought of potential death that ate at her? There was no time to truly consider the question though as she snarled, launching from her position as the single was given and the teeth of the wolves and war dogs descended. Fists launched forward, blades bared, and with great ferocity and an incredible amount of violence, a vengeful goddess stood as bodies dropped for her life, pouring out of them and worn on her hands dripping from steel fangs. They needed to move quickly to clear forward. The smell and sight of blood made her want to wretch but when the fight was over she could rest. The breaker of her heart hadn’t seen her like this before, wiping blood off blades along leather armor. He hadn’t indeed seen her in a fight. He hadn't seen her since they last argued but it was a moment and all she wanted to do was lose her breakfast. She couldn't stand the sight of him. “What are you staring at? "