Her favorite season was here. Winter. The only time when the strongest deserved to live and the weakest deserved to die. The temperature was slowly going lower with each passing minute. Gone were the times that the large trees were filled with green leaves and the valleys were covered with colorful fields of flowers. The grasses were dying, the wildlife was straining and numbers and it wouldn’t be long before it was a fighting frenzy in the neutral lands to gather as much food as one could get. There was a harsh nip in the air as the northern zephyrs brought in stinging bitter air through her onyx coat. The sky, although gray, held darker gray clouds- no for pluvial use, but it was an ominous warning of what was going to be- one hell of a brutal winter…among other things. Although Winter was a harsh old crone, it was a necessity to have. The weak and the diseased were much easier pickings, their genes would not spread and so healthier and better prey would be born in due time which would only help the predator be stronger with each new generation. However, this monstrous beast cared not for her next generation because there wouldn’t be a next generation coming from her. There was not a fiber of parenthood or natural nurture need to take care of another, especially since she never felt such a thing from her own parents. As a loner all her life whatever need or desire to be within a pack was slowly submerged in her mind and covered with basic instinct to survive. Yet even she couldn’t fight Mother Nature, the need to be around others this particular time was something she stayed away from. She would only appease this instinctual desire by watching others from a safe distance, it wasn’t enough to appease this hunger, but it was enough to make her grow numb.

Yet even now, in her newly grotesque form it would highly be impossible for any to take her in, let alone, even manage to tear down her sturdy walls. The ebony minx was moving quietly, paws carefully touching the snow barely making a sound. Her tattered ear twitched back and forth picking up the sounds of her kind and prey, making sure to stay away from her own kind as much as possible. With food slowly becoming scarce and that primal instinct to be around others mixing together, she would be in such a vulnerable state and that was something she could not afford. The left side of her face bore 3 long jagged claw marks, evidence of an old wound from a battle she had gotten herself stuck in when she was a young pup, those claws started at the top of the middle of her forehead, where her light grey diamond shaped mark was emblazed along that dark ebony pelt. Those claw marks trailed down her eye and down the cheek and muzzle. Yet it was the right side that was completely obliterated. A few weeks ago she had saved some old wolf, Heyel and some younger pup from a Mountain Lion. Apparently this old wolf was of great importance to some, because she heard the rumors that others, described her, and were hunting her down either to give thanks or ask questions- which was another reason why she stayed away from her kind so carefully. The right side of her face had deeper fresher looking claw marks and the mountion lion’s attack caused some fur and skin to be ripped away, never to return, as the muscle died out and slowly chipped away to reveal tiny fragments of ivory colored bone. Yet to see the bits of bone was difficult to see, unless one was standing right near her face, close enough for her own teeth to sink in and tear their eyes out should they stare any longer. Along her ribs was evidence of that same attack although those scars were healing up along nicely.

Indeed there were other evidence of old wounds she had received long ago, a clear sign that this loner had been through much and she seemed nearly indestructible. Sapphire eyes that held amethyst flecks in them, narrowed when she noticed she was only a few feet away from two males. The v-shaped silver fur along her neck, that trailed up her shoulders, were standing on end as she got closer to them, a soft low growl rumbling in her stomach a clear sign that she was approaching the two. Her sleek onyx tail, trimmed with some silver, flicked side to side in a neutral stance as the Monster strode towards the two. Her scarred nose caught their scents and she couldn’t help but notice that they were not loners…they were a part of a pack. Really, they couldn’t stay in their own lands they just had to invade prized territory for the loners? The Monster was still new to the lands and still unaware about Imprinting. What she did know, however, was that she was the only girl here in front of two males and although she wouldn’t have cared at all, there was a tiny voice inside her that told her she shouldn’t be so close to them, but it was ignored. She was apparently the talk of the lands, the big bad ugly wolf with no face that saved Heyel’s tail, and she hoped that these two wouldn’t give her a second thought. Her jaw lowered and that cold tone whisked out gently, as cold-calculated indigo eyes remained on her two targets keeping an eye on them as she stopped and stood a few feet from them.

“Not enough food in your packlands?”

Really- she didn’t like pack members trespassing in no-mans lands, and although her voice was cold her stance was impassive, but that didn’t mean she was subtly in an alert mode at the need to attack should any threat arise.