I do not like the snow like others might, Niv seems to love the fluffy white stuff and this strikes me as odd but we had fun 'playing' in it and talking and that seemed to be alright. I suppose. It's a weird feeling to be part of a pack again, part of something more than just one's own actions. Everything I say or do could be charged against the pack, and yet... part of me is still 'wild' still wants to just roam the lands at free will and see what it is I can see. But now, now I have Purge, my devilish delight. And Clem, the female is a strange one. Seeking deaths door but not... suicide was not the way our pack was, the one before Purge, before the Gypsies. If one wanted to die, they simply went down in a blaze of glory. Or in their sleep.

This snow though, it sticks to the insides of my big paws, my thick coat grown even thicker in this winter fluff, it creates hard little balls of snow all over me and I feel like a god damn christmas orniment. I do not like this. All pretty and stuff. I am not a pretty wolfess. Hell, I don't even consider myself female. With winter in full swing many males that have come across me are quiet surprised to not find the scent of the season around me. I hold myself with a rigor that would be most obtained by a male and I do have a faintly male like scent to me. I am thickly built and fairly tall for a female as well, leading many upon sight to think of me as a male rather than a female. There is my voice as well, deep in tones, rich like honey but very much a masculine rasp to them.

Today I am determined to keep those that wish ill upon my lady at bay, I search the slopes for foreign scents and I keep my eyes and ears upon the world. As said, I'm more masculine, large scars litter my body from nose tip to tail tip, my left ear is quiet nearly gone, all but a half stump is left, rips and tears to my lips reveal that I do in fact have a snaggle tooth. Much longer than my other teeth. Less fresh, but still newer than the rest of them, scars upon my neck on the left side and right side aren't as pink aas they where when I first came here but if it wasn't winter it would be much easier to see them. Normally I have barely any length to my hair beisides my chest, half my belly, back of my neck and shoulders. My tail is even slightly longer than a normal wolfs tail. Some defect of my geneology.

I am of a simple dark slate gray color for the most part, a thick line of lighter gray goes from the top of my throat all the way to my genitailia. Riding only a third of the way up my belly and neck. A skull type mask upon my face and black speckles upon my cheeks. Even some un-uniform speckling of a medium gray upon both my front legs. I am different, yes... that is for sure, everything about me screams something that isn't true. My birthright was stolen from me, I should have been a male and yet I am trapped in this filthy female body. This is not to say that I do not like females. There is Purge after all... and Clem. But enough about me. My travels have taken me to the outter boarders of Spirane and I come across a scent I have passed by on numerous occasions. It is neither new nor old, for this wolfess hasn't been in Spirane all that long.

I am not a stealth built creature by nature but the years of training with Beowulf and his light paws have taught me how to get through almost any landscape without making much in the way of sound. I am mainly for brute force, that had always been my job and it would remain my job. I would defend Purges crown no matter what that ment. Long strides lead me to the location of the femme I had smelled upon my Lady's fur a time or two and I feel a slight pang of jealousy swell within my chest. Purge would not do such things with my heart I hope for I do not quell easily and I would not think I could stay if I had seen such acts against something I had never used before. That's right, I loved her, and I would until my dieing days... but should it be broken... god only knows what I would do then.

"You are back I see..." my one brow raises over light olive green eyes, I seat myself before her and I scrutinize her. I look for the weak points and I look for the strengths because that is who I am. I am always looking for the best way to kill someone, be they friend or foe. It's just who I am.

Skully - Nine - No mate - No bond - Spirane - Fighter - appearence - 40in/202lbs