Valkyrie rolled her eyes as the male walked away form her. It was a good thing that Diablo was the lead fighter, because that meant that the two wolves didn't have to interact very much at all. The white female turned away from him and where he was going, knowing that she wouldn't be needed in the case of a fight. Suddenly, the fae threw herself forward and started barreling through the trees, the white pelt and the fast steps a giveaway that she was there. Stress had been building up on her slim shoulders, and that male had caused her more. She had been perfectly civil to him, and he had treated her like the lowest of scum. At least he hadn't started a fight. Valkyrie shot through the shadows, not looking for food or other wolves, simply running. She stopped just as suddenly as she had started, pulling up just in time for her toes to stand at the very edge of the border of their territory. She hadn't realized she had come this far.