She never was one that enjoyed having company. She had to be quick and sly when she was approached by another. Even though there was a instinctual need to be around them, even if they would pose such a threat. There were times along her travels when she did come across a loner that didn’t have the need to attack her, at least not yet. Mostly it was during the winter time when food was much scarcer and warmth for sleep was unheard of. Only then would she break her rules and allow herself to be in the company of another. After all, they would be able to bring down a bigger kill and feed off it for a longer period of time then the measly scraps of smaller woodland creatures. Yet when the snow would melt, and the blossoms of spring appeared that was when any sort of good relations were gone. It was kill or be killed. It was always a shame when she tore out the other wolf’s jugular, but it always had to be done. There were times when she hoped, when she wished, that the wolf she had shared the winter’s months with would become permanent allies. But it was impossible. Once the threatening feeling surfaced she had to eliminate the threat. Never before had she allowed a male to touch her in such a way that would lead to annoying brats. She was selfish and she had no desire to create anything. After all, she was considered a curse to her parents, surely that curse would pass down to whatever sort of creature she bore. Lifting her head from her half eaten salmon, she would tilt her head to the side slightly. Her tongue would lick the side of her mouth catching some scraps. She snorted softly in disdain at the very thought of participating in such activities, not interested in the slightest. Her cold drawl slipped out with scorn before she dug her bloody muzzle deeper into her kill.

“I would I do the action that would provide me with unwanted consequences?”

Pups. They were nothing more than annoying little creatures. Why anyone would want them she had no idea. Moving her paws slightly, not bothered with the other, she took her time eating. Typically in any other circumstances she would take her food and leave, not wanting to be beside anyone else. Yet right now this Mother was busy feeding herself and her pups weren’t nearby and so the threat of attacking was pointless on her part, the gruesome girl felt no need to attack, at least, not yet. Her half torn ear would twitch slightly as she heard the condescending tone of the other question her life choices once more. Really? Why would anyone be interested in her reasoning to living alone? Being alone was all she knew and she would like to keep it that way. Whatever curse her parents claimed she had, she didn’t want to be a burden for someone else. So, she stayed far away. A low growl was caught in the back of her throat, indigo eyes, speckled with amethyst, narrowed as her own disdainful drawl rang out.

“I would ask you the same thing, but you make up for the lack of comradely by creating miniature ones of yourself.”

She never was one to answer questions directly. Every wolf she came across from always asked about her name or her personal interest or story, and every time she wouldn’t answer directly. The more someone knew about her the less secure she felt. So, in a way to protect herself, she made it her personal rule to never speak of such things. Trust was so hard to receive from her, just as difficult for finding anything on her. In other lands she was known simply as a Monster, they created tales about her and she accepted them, never questioning their origins. She would rather be known by that than anything else.