I’ll burn this whole city down; Tessla, Chamber diplomats, any

[Gryffen]

Only recently returned from the havoc he has caused in the Gates, he is ready to return to the Mountains to rest and plot and bully his mares. However, a scent distracts him. A scent of sweat and exotic flowers. Oh he knows that smell. With a snarl on curled lips, he turns from his path and makes his way towards the offending smell and the mare that it’s attached too. Warship is speaking with her, the spotted bitch, and he picks up his gait. Galloping towards the duo, his hooves dig against the twitching dirt as he slides to a halt with his wings outstretched. The snarl still on his lips, crimson eyes blazing. Smoke still clings to his snowy hide, ash clinging to the stringy strands of his mane. He has just caught the tail-end of their conversation and he spits out angrily. ”Surely you should know how we are doing as you hold one of our Army captive as well as my daughter your Sisters stole from me.” It’s not that he cares for Sette in a concerned way, he’s pissed because the girl was his and he had plans for her. He did not like it when his things were taken from him. Especially by his spotted half sister but she would get hers in time. ”Perhaps you should stay for an extended visit Lyris.” He hisses as a wolfish expression spreads across his features. ”It would only be fair…” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf