For the most part I remain lost in my thoughts, keeping to myself and away from the tauntings that come with living in a pack. Instead I let the sunlight soak into my moonsilver fur as it radiates from the sky, in the lands that once meant so much to me, and the lands that I have lived in for much longer than the lands I came from. In this particular moment, I am standing in the middle of a whole lot of tall-ish grass, paws tense as my blunt claws dig into the turf beneath them. My head is down as my gaze was fixated solely upon my paws, my pale blue gaze intense upon them as if they were a suspect of some crime, as if I am closed off from the remainder of the world. I am immersed in the chirpings of varied birds, the whistle of wind through the grass, I am peaceful. No wolf can interrupt me here, no sounds will pull me out of this peace, because right now it is all I have.

My attention is caught by the sound of paw steps, before they faded from my hearing range, and I let out a soft huff, it had been some kind of false alarm. I snort once more, shifting my weight and shaking my moonsilver fur, my glare rising and falling upon empty terrain, and I bunch my muscles and propel myself into a run that would hopefully take me somewhere I could actually think. My strides are quick and easy, my silver coat saturated with bluish black fur here and there, deep against the brightness of the silver. My right foreleg, was swirled with a deep blood russet, to match the blood russet hues of my chest and undersides. I find myself in a highly sunlit area, beneath the powdery blue sky, my ears pricked and tail loose, my lips pulled up to reveal fangs, pale blue eyes swirled in crimson bright. There was something about this picture that made me seem too bright, as if the brightnes was obscuring some horrible flaw, I was too radiant looking and much too handsome. I had somehow managed to stop in a place that made me shine, where my muscles were eased and not tensed, where both beauty and power can be seen in my form, and yet I manage to look wild and untamed. My pose is relaxed and even almost friendly, but my fangs are more than ready to strike.