Things have been nothing but boring, boring, BORING around here. Viora needed action. She needed something else to do but chase bugs and birds. All the wolves here seem to be so down. She did not understand. Viora only knew the mass amount of energy stored in her grey and white body. She wanted to do more than the nothing she was doing now. Mother was always depressed. Viora had never seen her Father, and knew hardly anything of him. And now, Mother was depressed because he wasn't around, along with one of her brothers. This was not the right environment for this feisty young girl, and she was thirsty for more in life.

She was wandering in the snow this day. Snow was a fun thing to play with, as fun as this pack gets these days anyway. She found herself spending a lot of time playing with her new found friend. The young pup would dive straight into it, her grey paws being swallowed whole by the white fluff. Her off white muzzle would snap at it playfully, a growl rumbling in her young throat. She was not a simply playful girl though. There was a thick, natural aggression in the way she snapped, her muzzle driving forward into the snow like she wanted to devour it. Her light blue eyes were fierce, never fading in intensity for a moment. It was then that a howl echoed into the air. It initially did not catch her attention, and she still chomped away at her snow prey, but after a moment her ears finally yelled at her enough to listen. She stopped in mid snap, one ear lifting slowly higher into the air to listen. Viora made a growl laced snort as she sudden bolted forward. Finally, something to do!

The young pup of almost one raced towards the area where the howl originated. Mother had not been very disciplined with her. Viora basically did what she wanted. She would wander throughout Glorall, and was already learning the ins and out of the pack land. Her run was highly energetic, as she obviously had recently woken up and hadn't had the time to burn it all off. There were a few times when the landscape would go against her, handing her trip and stumble on her awkward paws, but she would always recover...not with grace, but she would recover. Her tongue began to fly out of her mouth as she came upon the one who howled. they were quite a distance off, on a higher hill by the shore where the snow was less dense. She didn't know who they were, and she hardly cared. She was driven to interact with something living. She had a deep desire to fight and play, and the howl meant someone was around to actually do that kind of thing. The pup hardly realized what she was getting into.

She paused for a moment to look at them when she was many, many yards away. Her light grey ears were perked on her brindled head, eyes alert and bright as she stood tall. Yes! New wolves to play with! After a moment of staring, the young girl dashed forward again, her tail wagging madly behind her. She was obviously glad to see new faces around here. It had gotten rather lonely and boring. Without thinking of the consequences, Viora did not stop her run before them, no. Viora wanted to play with someone, because no one ever did. The rather dashing female rushed forth, and let her jaws open as she got near. In a swift attempt at a pounce, the girl aimed to fall upon Tesseract's paw. She would attempt to land her jaws on it, and if she got a chance she would bite, and bite hard. It will be accompanied by a soft growl, nothing too aggressive, and her tail would wag behind her happily. If she misses, she will likely tumble completely over herself, and land on her back with her belly up. She knew not this was the new alpha. She knew not that it was probably a bad idea to start play with random adults...but a bored, undisciplined mind did not think about the consequences.