Any excuse for a good brawl and Khyra was all in. But a fight to save the world? The fiery wolf found that to be a bit too much. At first, the woman didn’t want to do it. She had only recently found this place and as much as she liked staying, she couldn’t see any reason to fight in someone else' s war. Of course, that was until mister Cade had a word to say about it.

The older wolf dug into her ear, yapping and scolding how it was wrong of her to sit idle by and of course with the reluctance of a rolling boulder, she obliged her services to the cause. If only for his sake, however. She had grown fond of the man in her time and if anything happened to him? Well, let’s just say the wraiths would pale to the fires of her wrath. And there was no better target than the present.

Standing like a bulwark, Khyra snarls. She was born for this, bred for this. Every ounce of her being screamed to be unleashed upon the phantom hoard before her. All it took was a rattling howl before the large woman thrust herself into the fray. Clawing, snapping, biting, tearing— anything her body could take purchase on she’d rip it asunder.