She never wanted to be stuck in the den. The den was a terrible place of boredom and having to deal with her family. Sure, the young girl liked her family well enough, but she was around them all the time. Mother was still getting over a Father Viora had never met. Her brother was annoying, as most brothers are. Viora likes to roam far and wide. She wants to tackle and play. She wants to dominate and be the best there ever was. However, the girl was not exactly conscience about her needs. Her mind wasn't swirling with these thoughts in the form of language. It was a natural, primal need to fight and use her jaws. She was driven to do it and didn't give it a second thought. That is why she was out hunting for bugs today. Her brother wasn't exactly fond of her fangs, and she had to find something else to pounce on.

Sadly, there are not many bugs out in the winter. Viora remembers when it was summer and bugs were everywhere. Even annoying ones that bite and hang out in her fur. They seem to all be gone now. This frustrates the young girl to no end. Her black nose is pinned to the ground, sniffing out every inch of Glorall for something fun to play with. She was growing quickly, her grey limbs getting longer with each coming day. Viora had a very feminine look to her already. Her bright blue eyes were large and expressive, and despite her desire to fight and be tough, she was not going to be built for strength. Her body was built for speed and agility, and yet she plays like a brute.

Her body is close to the winter ground, still as could be as she crawls into a space within some foliage. Here is where she plans to wait. Yes, she will wait for something interesting to pass by so she can play with it. The young girl of dark grey and soft white was dirtied from her previous play session yesterday, and she hardly cared about getting clean. She would refuse her Mother's cleanings too. Viora got herself nice and tidy in the foliage, and she fell onto the ground as she waited patiently for something to happen.

Time seemed to pass more slowly with every moment. She was not near the waters of Glorall, and there was an eerie silence in the chilled air around her. She could feel her body getting agitated at sitting around for so long. Her head would fall to her paws in a huff, and her hind legs would fidget. Her eyes narrowed before they grew wide. She hear someone. Someone was coming. She allowed her little head to poke out slightly, just enough to see a wolf coming far in the distance. Slowly she pulled her head back into the foliage, and she would lay flat and still.

Deep inside, she was quite excited that someone new was coming by. She held it in, knowing she could wait until the girl got close enough. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation as she watched this dark girl intently. Sadly, this girl wasn't too close. She passed by a few yards away, and the moment Jagger's backside was turning to Viora, she went for it. Her blue eyes widen as her grey paws suddenly carry her forward in a dash out of the foliage. She is a pup, young and inexperienced, but she had tons of energy.

Viora was a monster of a puppy though. She may be small, and built for speed, but she had a determination that couldn't be beat. With each step she got closer, and her eyes did not leave the back paws of Jagger for one moment. As Viora got closer, she jumped through the air and opened her puppy jaws wide. She aimed to bite down on Jagger's left back paw, with a little puppy growl lingering in her throat. If she lands, she will bite and bite hard. Viora has no mind to restrict the strength of her bites. If she misses, she will growl in irritation...and go right for the paw again. Viora will be relentless, little jaws snapping over and over. Lucky for Jagger, she has quite the size advantage....