She moved quickly, with her white aunt upon her back. Kekechoi still lived but that was fine. She'd be dead soon enough. She crossed the boarders, and headed straight for the center of the Silver Glades, where she gently set down her aunt. Lifting her head, she gave loose a howl to call her uncle, Legosa, and give him the news.

Getting a bit antsy over his mate's sudden disappearance, Legosa had left his alpha duties up to his offspring and grandchildren. In the past year, he had considerably calmed down and had not pestered too many of his former enemies, and had even vowed off his assassination attempts on Kanan and the other former Silver Glades members.

The brute was even thinking of asking Aaka to go out to Pike's Lake with the pups and spend the afternoon playing. Not that he wanted to do such things, but... he wanted to please his love.

Enola's howl brought a deep, resounding reply from Legosa. Long legs carried him quickly through the land until he came across his neice. "What do-" Legosa's words ended abruptly when he spotted the body of his mate laying on the ground, her throat soaked in blood. His face took on a confused, almost blank expression for a moment as his brain worked over just what he was seeing. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks; Aaka was dead!

His muscles quivered for a moment as he stood silently, before his old anger woke and shown through in a dismal snarl. "Get back!" He yelled, rushing towards the two with a furious snap at Enola, "Aaka!" He barked, nudging her muzzle and pressing a gentle paw against her shoulder, "Aaka!" He called again, his voice more urgent. There was no response of course, and her head only rolled lifelessly to the side when he nudged it.

Pained, furious eyes shot to Enola, a grizzly snarl on his face, "What happened?!? Who the hell... I will tare their fucking heart out! Tell me who did this!" He raged, before again putting his muzzle down to Aaka's, not carring that his voice was trembling, "Oh god, you can't do this to me... Aaka, you're invincivible! Please, please don't do this to me...

When her uncle came and roared his anger, she blanched and backed away as he said. Kekechoi.... I went to the canyon, and she was holding her body in her maw. Shes the killer, Legosa. I Don't understand how, except that she must have betrayed Aaka. Played innocent, then turned nasty and killed her. She was silent for a moment, tears in her eyes, and in a choked voice she said We.... We'll kill her, Uncle Legosa. We'll tear her apart, limb from limb, just as she tore Aunt Aaka away from us.

Reaper was the first child to answer the call, and what she saw, turned her impossibly cold heart even colder, but with it came the same anger that filled her father. NO! She screamed. Pain, anger, and defiance of death was held in her voice. It was like her father said. Aaka was invincible. What had happened to make things go so wrong? Shes Not DEAD! YOUR LYING! She screamed. Grim came beside his sister, and was about to lay a comforting nuzzle on her small frame when suddenly she lashed out at him, sinking small, pup fangs into the side of his face. With a cry of pain, he leapt back and away from her. Reaper.... He began, not wishing to look at his dead mother. SHES NOT DEAD! came the reply, before suddenly she took off. Dad.... He said glancing towards his father in question. What were they going to do? Aaka was the glue that held them together. What now?

Now he was really trembling, continuing to nuzzle his mate until he heard the name Kekechoi. His head snapped up, eyes narrowed as his voice took on a chilling aspect, "No, I will kill her. Make her regret what she has done. She will beg for the end before it's over!" Icy yellow eyes flashed to his offspring next, fangs still bared in a heartbroken, raging grimace, "Get away!" He roared, lunging at Grim and snapping at his neck. If he got a hold of his son, he'd trash him violently and fling him across the ground. No, he couldn't do this.... he couldn't handle this without Aaka. He needed her!

Ravenshou had followed after, standing in shock beside Reaper as she saw her dead mother. And when her father attacked her brother, Raven yipped in fear and scrambled back, "Daddy!"

Valcane watched her grandfather attacking little Grim, and was horrified by the sight. She knew she was no match for the infuriated brute, and had been warned countless times by Sweetclover not to cross his path. "Grandpa! He's your son, leave him alone!"

Letting out another yelp, he leapt just out of his fathers reach, scrambling back. Dad! He whimpered. He held Aaka's softer spots as well, wanting his father to see that he hadn't done this.... He had done no wrong. Right?

Sang had followed Enola back to her birth home, and she stood on the edges of the clearing. But Legosa took it a step to far, trying to kill something that Aaka had given him. With a snarl of rage, she put herself between Grim and Legosa, her hackles raised, her bright yellow eyes, her mothers eyes, glared hard into Legosa. NO! ITS WRONG! HE IS YOUR SON! HE AND THE REST OF YOUR CHILDREN ARE GIFTS TO YOU! GIFTS FROM AAKA! WOULD YOU KILL SOMETHING, THE LAST THING THAT SHE LEFT FOR YOU!? She raged at him. She was considerably smaller then Legosa, but she had a lot of anger built up inside, a lot of rage that was screaming to be let loose.

"Shut up!" He spat out in a deafening tone, blazing eyes shifting from his grandaughter to Sang. "Shut the hell up!" Sang's words were true, but he no longer felt anything for his offspring; he had loved them once, but that was for his dear Aaka. Without her, the love was dwindling away as quickly as the heat was fading from Aaka's lifeless body. He just couldn't stand it any longer. He sprung at Sang next, aiming for her throat.

The uproar had gained the attention of Valcane's brother and sister. Harbringer and Mandragoro entered the scene, stunned by the sight of their grandmother dead on the ground. And furthermore, to see their grandfather trying to take the life of his own offspring.

Sweetclover arrived as well, following at the heels of her children. She had always tried to be the rational, reasoning one, using words rather than brawn and strength to settle things. But Legosa had just crossed the line; he had completely lost it. "Father!" She snarled, rushing at him as he want for Sang. She didn't want to do it, but she - no, they - had to force him to leave. Fangs tore into her father's shoulder. "Get out of here, dad!"

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As her father sprung at her, Sang let out her own enraged snarl, meeting him fang for fang. She wanted this. Want to feel his blood flow down her throat. She wanted to kill him. Kill him for all the wrong he had done. I HATE YOU! she screamed in anger. She leapt away from him, blood dripping from her mouth. She didn't know if it was his blood or hers but she didn't care. She could care. Mama was dead. Legosa should die along with her.

Legosa whirled on Clover next, catching the side of her face and slashing deep into flesh. The front of his own muzzle and face were tattered from Sang's claws, but he hardly felt the pain. "You are all useless!" He railed out, sending his pain out in the form of aggression against those he should have loved and comforted.

Mandragoro, who looked so much like his grandmother, joined in to help his mother. Snarling fiercely, the large hybrid tore into Legosa's side.

Valcane remained back, but Harbringer soon joined in the assault. Right along with her came Taiser, who had followed the rest of his family. Together, they converged on the raging Legosa.

Legosa faught back for all he was worth, but he couldn't hope to beat so many at once. As his snowy coat began to be marred with the deep stain of crimson, the hybrid was forced to retreat. "You'll be sorry!" He howled out in anguish, before bolting from the land.

She looked to Clover, but said not a word. Her hackles still raised, she looked at her sister warily, her black coat stained with blood. Softly, so that only her sister could hear, she said I'm glad shes dead. An admission. She wanted Legosa dead along side her, because maybe then things would be at peace, but for now this was enough.

She stood still, taking her father's words without so much of a flinch. She loved him, as she loved her mother and the rest of her family. Clover's eyes took on a bit of surprise when she heard Sang's confession, and she dipped her head to speak her own quite reply, "Sang, you don't mean that!"

Mandragoro snarled quietly, "We ought to kill him. That bastard!"

Taiser looked pointedly to his son, "Watch your mouth, Goro! That is no way for a young wolf to be speaking!"

Mandragoro dropped his head, but didn't regret what he said. Like his aunt Sang, he would rather have Legosa dead than alive.

Ravenshou wasn't sure what to do, so she remained by her brother Grim as she watched the happenings.

Her eyes flashed, and she looked hard at her sister. No, Clover. I mean it. She deserved to die, just like he does. They killed innocent wolves, Clover! Why can't you see that? Why can't you see... Oh. I know why. She snorted in disdain, and looked away from her sister. In a mocking voice, she called Everyone and everything can be reasoned with, and one should not have to resort to fighting. She suddenly exploded into screaming, much as she had when she first arrived. NOT EVERYONE IS LIKE YOU CLOVER! NOT EVERYONE BELIEVES THAT TALKING IS WHAT SHOULD BE DONE! IN THAT WAY, YOU ARE JUST AS WEAK AS THEM! She was shaking, hard tremors of anger. She had been gone a long time....A Long, long time. She barely spoke to other wolves, other creatures. She was tired. So tired, but she dared not sleep for when she slept all she saw were the eyes of the dead. She deserved to die. She said viciously.

Sweetlclover was taken aback by her sister's words, but didn't want to fuel the fire of her anger, "Sang, you don't understand..." SHe began, but the sister's fury seemed uncontrollable.

"Hey, don't speak to my mom like that!" Mandragoro suddenly snarled, stepping up beside Clover as he glared at Sang, "Maybe you deserve to die!"

"Goro!" Taiser barked sharply, cuffing his son on the muzzle with his jaws. "That is your aunt your speaking too! Hold your tongue!"

Sweetclover felt control falling out of her paws as tensions rose around her, but she persisted, "Everyone, please calm down! I know it's a terrible loss, but must all..."

"Save it, Clover. Sang is right." Now it was Atticus's turn to speak up, as he converged on the little gathering. He felt a bit of sorrow at seeing his mother's corpse, but he had no sorrow for his father. His was disfigured because of that brute, and could hardly pick up scent anymore from his crushed nose.

Liam had stayed back, keeping his distance from all of these...freaks. He had started to grow larger, had begun to look more like an adult wolf... but... now it was all over. The sight of Aaka's white fur, soaked over in crimson blood... it was too much. A wordless, heartbroken scream left him, and it was probably the first audible sound that any of those present had heard him utter. With the swiftness leant to him by despair, he shoved roughly past Clover and Taiser, not really caring if it made them angry. He kicked into top speed and left the terra at a run.