((Not a PP at all. And just a note for everybody. It is PANDROA P-A-N-D-R-O-A not Pandora. Has been since the start.

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Vita smelt another wolf, not of Ice origin nor of Rebel origin. It wasn't Tikora, whom had a distinct scent that also gave of a feeling of hate. This scent was of a male, intrigued but also afraid. She turned, glaring at him with ice blue eyes before turning back to Mana. She was so focused on the fight that more than a split second of cut attention was deadly.
"Get back, loner wolf!" She snapped as she bit at Mana's neck.
Ronan smiled.
"Well, there's this wolf who I like," He murmured,
"This is such a petty fear to be mentioning on the battlegrounds...anyway, this wolf doesn't know of my affection for them. If I voiced it I know for sure I'd not only be rejected, but possibly even shunned from the pack. It's a sort of forbidden affection, I suppose you could say. But keeping it in is killing me..."Pandroa heard the sound of the loner's body leaving the ground before she felt her shadow encompass the mage's body. She turned to look in shock, her expression one of betrayal. She felt the rock on her head and felt her body collapsing to the ground, her eyes closing over in unconciousness.