How exactly had she ended up here? 

Lakota rarely left the shadows of her band's home, lurking with violet orbs glowing from darkness to remind trespassers that they were not safe. Why she sought the bright, open expanse of sea she was clueless to. Phaedra's and Apollo's scents had intrigued her. She may not be a fan of the petty thing called love but she was not blind either. There was something boiling between them and she wanted to thrust her nose in it. She loved blackmail and allies alike, though the former was much more fun and infinitely more useful. She had expected a loving embrace on the beach, not this fiasco she had suddenly gotten herself into. 

Actually correction, they were embracing. In the path of a fucking kraken. 

What was with kids these days?

A sole wolf stood valiantly before three others and sharp eyes caught movement of a mutilated equine below the surface of the sea. Red hot fury flowed through her veins as she realized what had happened. Lakota may not be a fan of the little kiddies and Phaedra's seductive if successful ways, but nobody touched a member of her awkward and socially inept family without paying for it. Magic hummed inside her as if eager to be released, long pillars shooting her forward into a sprint. Royal purple irises narrowed and teeth bared, lips rolled back and ears pinned flat. Plum snapping furiously. A scream echoed from her throat fueled by anger and the desire to kill. That was, after all, what Lakota did best. Instinct told her she couldn't fight the kraken with her magic. It would be useless on the water monster. The wolves however she could do something about. "Move!" she bellowed at the sole wolf. Coming to his side in a spray of sand and rearing hooves. She needed toget the other three back and she snapped and bit at them furiously, stamping her hooves and lashing out at them. Already she pulled on the energy within, mist rolling off the ocean and around her. A cloud that covered those she aimed for, neck straining a bit to make sure Phaedra and Apollo weren't caught in it. Praying to the Gods that Lupus had understood, felt the crackle of magic or something because she didn't want him caught up in it. The fog rolled in fast, faster than any of her practices because this was no time for patience. It took a toll on her to cover such an area. If the three that were nearest to her had not gotten far enough into it at least it covered the rest of the pack. Poison would seep into their lungs with a single breath. Even a tiny gasp of surprise. They would have nearly no time to escape, and they would wither away into spasms of agony until their lungs shriveled away. 

Sweat beaded her neck but enraged visage never faltered. Leaving herself a good leeway between her magic and where she stood. She was not immune to it. At least three wolves were better than six, and she hoped the bastards rotted slowly from the inside out through her fast acting poisonous cloud. 

Nobody touched her kiddies. 

And damn when did she become a baby sitter?!

[[Summary; comes running up to Lupus' side, kicking and biting at the three wolves while drawing on her magic during her approach. Cloud of poison surrounds the rest of the pack while she hopes to drive the other three into it]]