It was not uncommon to see her wandering about now and again, her ethereal form stalking the woodlands like a waiting butler, with that black half-mask crinkling every now and then, showing an irritated expression. Tingling in her paw made her nearly mad, the itching of her chest like being set on fire by lightning, every day she hated the black alpha more and more until it writhed in her gut like a living thing. A thick black snake wound its way inside the hole where her heart was once, and its name was Loathing. Smirking the massive girl makes her way through the dense new greenery of the forest, trudging her way the best she could with a paw that felt nothing but the static of dead nerves. She was thankful, however, that the paw had not become infected.

This winter had left her feeling...different. She wanted the dominance that came with a land, she wished to have her own kingdom. She would be back for the canyon, her bright pink eyes having thoroughly claimed the land for her. She suddenly finds her mind moving away from this though, and back to the first being she had met here in Moladion, and wondered briefly if she would find the brute again. What was his name? Oh, she was sure to remember once she saw his face. Of course she would remember those amber eyes, that rich sandy tan toned fur she had come to adore over her nine years. Yes, she did rather love this color on males, it made them look more masculine, more desirable. She continues her uneven walk, watching with a discernibly bored gaze as spring went on laborlessly for her. Thank the gods she had dodged that particular bullet.