Never before had she spent any time as a prisoner to the natural need to be a part of a pack. It never occurred to her that she could just waltz over a line, submit and pledge allegiance to someone else. Why should she allow such great trust in a complete total stranger? Not once had anyone looked out for her, so why would she allow someone else to try. Her mind betrayed the natural need to be along her own kind, seeing them looking like nothing, but vermin in her eyes. During her many travels she would cross the loner lands minding her own business, ignoring her own kind she came across, knowing full well that those that traveled alone for too long would attack. She had seen packs at war destroying one another, damaging the scared lines of boundaries, causing her to lose track of claimed and unclaimed territory. Then again packs that were destroyed and their lands abandoned made great areas to hunt and rest, until a new pack came in to claim it. As far as she was concerned living by herself was the best thing she could ever do. But lately, being in these lands and greeting both loner and pack kind alike it caused her one-tracked mind to betray the cycle she was on. The loners acted as if there was comradely between their nameless ranks, sharing that concept with those that pledged themselves to a pack. Traitors. All of them. For making her stray away from the joy of loneliness slowly easing her to a subtle desire to belong. Though those stupid desires would fade away when she came back to her senses. She wasn’t wanted or needed before, and she wouldn’t be now.

Lying along her cool ledge she ignored the tugging from the gentle spring winds that still held the cold grip of winter. Her cold nose twitched when she caught the scent of a lupine nearby. Her thick ebony fur, peppered with grey along her hackles rose as her sleek tail, trimmed with grey, swayed in annoyance on the ground. As the scent grew stronger her half-torn ear twitched when she heard the sounds of nails scrapping the ground. A low growl rumbled in her chest and traveled up to her throat as he crept closer, her other ear turned back to hear his rough chuckle. Her own cool snide tone dripped out from her scarred muzzle not turning her head or batting an eye.

“I’d prefer the throat than the ass...so you are an ass lover?”

Was she the one implying that she was the dark figure that would attack him first? Why yes, yes she was and he would be better off if he heed her subtle warning. She was not a creature that gave warning to others…it wasn’t fair in her opinion. If you approach her, it was at your own risk with an unwritten signature that you signed up for your own death sentence. As the silver rays of the moon would peak through the thick clouds, they would enhance the brightness of the marks that told of valor and survival. To some, these marks showed that she was a poor fighter…well if they knew the type and size of her enemies they would know that she survived and came out victorious while they fell to the ground in their lifeless forms. She was a cold calculating Monster, even though she could speak and act like her kind. Perhaps that was what helped increase the legend in the lands she had seen and thrived in, a wolf that could act as their own, but act so unholy. She turned her massive head around, dark indigo eyes narrowed, as the amethyst flecks seem to darken. The grey large diamond shaped mark that adorned her forehead seemed to brighten as a break appeared in the clouds, the ray shinning down perfectly on her, almost saying to the world…here was your Monster, kill her. The scar that traveled down her forehead, over her left eye and trickled down her muzzle and face was much thicker close up. Once again her cold venomous tone slinked out. It was terribly hard to decipher if she was being speaking with amusement or a serious dark threat.

“Is there a particular reason why you wish to plunge yourself to death from this ledge?”