Within my birth pack, there was a legend. This legend had been around far before the alphas I knew growing up had even existed, and had been passed down from ruler to ruler, kept alive in the beating hearts of the pack members who heard it. This legend spoke of a masked she-wolf, destined to rid the pack and its neighbors of the weak, sick, and elderly. When I was born, my mother presented me to her king, a ritual of sorts where the ruler would look over the young and determine what they would be best suited to. My brothers and sisters had not made it passed birth, and I was the only survivor of my litter, much to mother's religious chagrin. Their deaths were placed on my infant head, and when the alpha rolled me on my back – inspecting me, as it were – he recoiled with such a violent hissing fit he sounded almost like a wild cat. 'The reaper, she has arrived!' And from that day forth I was called Purge, for my sole duty became death.
After my first year, I was thrown into all manners of training. Tactical strategy, fighting styles, killing techniques, and so many more that at the time it seemed I would never be done with it. During my first true fight, I found that I was rather fond of the tang an enemy's lifeforce, that I truly enjoyed the way the weakness seemed to flow into him. This was when I realized just what I could be, and this is when I took up the banner of the reaper. I remained with my birth pack, and I can never recall anyone mentioning how many wolves went missing from it. There were so many elders there that I had entertainment for months, and when I started my tasks, no one ever stopped or hindered me. The alpha – who, by my fifth year, had grown old and only held the throne due to the respect the others had for him – had seen my tasks, and knew that I would soon set upon him as well. Is it any wonder, then, that to keep his life, he had me forced away from my home? I grin remembering how hard he fought for his life, and a genuine smile will play across my lips when I recount the state I left the pack in when I took my leave.
But, that is not why we are here is it? To recount the past, and live grand lives like we are old friends. Alas, as much as I enjoy telling the tale of me, I need to find out more about this place I have come to. How many lives will be purged here? It is rather unfortunate that I cannot start on my work as soon as I step into this place, such a shame that the first wolf to come anywhere near me could not have been weak or sickly. I watch the nature toned male approach me, motion having caught my brilliant gaze and drawn such a glorious thing to his...appealing form. Well, well, now this is a shock. He seems bold enough, and I take a moment to study him as he halts, white ears pricking forward to catch the lilt of his voice. Ah, how positively rude to ask such information from me without divulging any detail about himself. Nevertheless, I find the corners of my mouth pulling back in a half smirk. I breathe a laugh at him, the sound no more than an outward hiss of air as an eyebrow quirks up to reveal my mild amusement with him. Bright pink irises flash back to my original path, and flick back to his handsome face, a smile on my own.
I take time with my answer, though be assured I will give him my true name. There is no sense in hiding my favorite title and job. It is but a moment that I need, to take in his scent as the air comes behind him, black nose twitching subtly as I commit the scent to memory. I simply look him up and down, my eyes clearly conveying what I do here, letting him know he is being sized up. When he was found fit, I relax a bit. He seemed so interesting, though we all know the story with that. So, let us begin a conversation, see how much he can truly bore me. I am about to open my mouth and ask if he knew much about the area when more movement catches my neon gaze, a darker toned female, who decided to call us giants. Pink eyes search over her bouncing form as she approaches, and I give her a polite dip of my head when she is found to have no trace of weakness about her. ”I am called Purge. What would your names be?” I do hope they are not useless. I tend to cut off anything that's useless to me...
It is a wondrous place I have arrived at, with the warm foliage, crisp clean air, and many prey animals. The autumn was cool, though it could not compare to the cold of fall in my homeland. I can see how a large populace of wolves could live here, and flourish. I just hope I find a purpose here, if these two residents are anything to go by, I may find myself retiring sooner than I thought I would. I love my job, and for a moment or two, I had thought I lost it. Though, there may be more wolves in this land than two simple loners. Loners only because, one: they came individually, two: they had not the cloying perfume of a residential area – such as too many scents from too many wolves. The female had the smell of blood upon her breath and I suppose this means she either got into a fight, or that was boar's blood and she had simply eaten earlier. My favorite meat is boar. They are dangerous to hunt, and a worthy foe for a wolf like me, so if she had feasted upon boar, I like her enough already. Believe it or not, even the grim reaper needs friends and a social life.
So, go on, entertain me. I will evaluate you as you go.
”Speaking” Thinking 
