Everything is so white and pristine and pretty, covered in a soft layer of snow like finely powdered sugars. It rains down in fine sprays of powdery softness, and the youth within me wants to dance in it, because the soft chill feels so wonderful and amazing, and it just seems to draw out the last droplets of the excited girl pup in me, and suddenly it seems that I am frolicking. I cannot begin to explain how good it feels to be a bundle of wild energy once more, because it is a new thing, and yet it is an old thing to me.

Winter is the time that affections and affairs are drawn out in the season of mating, and I am only aged of three so this year I know I escape the curses of parenthood, because there is plenty time for that in later years, this winter will not see me sullied. I am not ready to be tied down or tamed, to further my line by chasing after the males of this place, no the males perhaps are what I may need to be wary of the very most. For now I will froclick about like a girl pup finally out of the den, because in these moments I feel good and I cannot help but show it. It's not long before I'm on my back in a mound of disturbed snow, for I had made a bed of sorts by clumping and pushing and digging at it to stick it together, my enses tingling underneath my skin. A shiver ripples down my spine, a chill wracking my body in a somehow satisfying way. A smile was played wide over my jaws, and I roll in my bed of snow over and over again. After a while I'm resting on my side, adrenaline and playful energy thrumming through every muscle. My eyes are sparkling in good mood, the brilliant crimson of my left eye an contrast the light violet of my right eye, a violet so light as to almost appear white.

I am in the rare mood of feeling much too good to make sense, and if what they say about eyes being windows to the soul is true you should be able to see it. My eyes drift closed for a few moments as I settle, watching the world around me, watching the snow fall and the sunlight glint off every crystalline flake. My violet eye appraises the sky with silent wonder, it's crimson counterpart also looking skywards at the flakes, my eyes a testament to my split soul. I have two personalities that share some basic simularities, one was light hearted and carefree and the other was a rebellious upstart. My uniquely paired eyes drift back to ground level, watching the world once again from my den of snow. I stand out amongst my surroundings, my midnight coat a spilled bottle of ink amongst the prikstine white snow, though my undersides that were splashed in a dark silvery gray made it almost seem as if the snow was bleaching out the blackness, like it's trying to corrupt me into it's idea of pristine.

I am the bringer of anarchy, that has been my right from my birth, and that is all I ever want to be, the rebel princess in the land of law and order, breaking rules and stealing hearts, everything that's in my job dexscription, because rules breed rebels, and that's how I had come to be. I am the child of two wolves that never break any sort of rules, and they would never let anyone else break their rules, and they had been cursed with me. I had been smashing their rules into pieces since I was just a tiny pup, and what rules even I couldn't break I twisted around like a snake. My parents had hated me, and they always wore disgusted faces around me since the pack named me the rebel princess. The title just seemed to stick.

Rules are meant to be broken, but when and by whom is always up for deliberation, and I have taken this up as my mantle. The rebel princess is on the job, and when I find these little intricate rules I will snap them in my jaws and feast on the marrow. A lilting laugh leaves my jaws, that smile still plastered over my jaws. I watch the world around me with intent fascination, a wild world of rebels playing within my mind.