Winter does not chill me, and perhaps it is merely because I am fire that I do not shiver in it's might. The fact that I can keep myself warm and safe in these strange new lands is perhaps reassuring to myself, and yet as of lately I merely ponder my purpose here in life more and more. I am the incarnation of fire and yet what good is fire to this place, all I can do is devour and burn and scour the earth, but I know that I am meant for something greater, I am burning bright without an apparent reason, and I need to discover the reason I burn so very brightly, for everyone needs a reason to live. I know that I have one even if it is unknown to me, I know it lingers just out of my sight, and I only need to reach it somehow.

Perhaps it is strange for the world to make a wolf fire incarnate, or perhaps it is expected of our mother elements. Perhaps this is a lesson that they teach to us all, that there are greater forces at work that can alleviate or deepen our fortunes or misfortunes. Perhaps this is why I was chosen as Queen of Fire, to see who has the strength to survive being burned, on who can come out on top and say that they have mastered fire. I will do as what may or may not be expected of me, I will burn the world down to ashes at my paws, searing and scarring any who lay in the way of my path, and serving as warmth to keep the select few friends safe and un scathed. I have all the power that some wish to have, now let's see if anyone tries to harness me. I am the Queen of Fire and soon my name will be known to all, and I will bring the era of flame.

I must first find a place that makes my heart settle like home, a place that forges an unbreakable connection, somewhere to sate the itch in my paws, a place to learn between ally and enemy, a home to protect with all the ferocity of an untameable fire, where I defend as if my very heart and soul lay on the line, but I have not yet found such a place, and yet I can feel the burning deep within me. Soon I must find the place I call home, and that will be one less problem that I have to solve. Everything will come to me in time, because it never does come overnight, and lately it haunts my dreams and slumber, it tugs on my heartstrings. I need to find those that I can trust, and I must gather them around me.

The snow that covers the grounds known as Moladion makes me stand out more than can be comfortable, after all there is no other contrast that fits but blood on white, and I feel so unnecessarily exposed. I can feel the cold of the air in every intake of breath, every exhale sending clouds puffs of misted breath to the heavens. My ears are low in uncertainty, almost feeling as if I should seek shelter, but I don';t want to make a den in this unfamiliar area.

Fire cannot be put out by snow, and I am no exception to this because I am not an ordinary kind of fire, I am the fires of the very earthly elements incarnated into a wolf, and yet as my eyes scan the area once more- there is movement. The stranger moves at a rather calm walk, my bright amber gaze falling on the wolfess of snow in curiousity. I do not move and I do not speak, I do not spike my fur or bare a fang. "Travelling seems to be my calling as of lately. These lands are strange and sometimes it makes me hesitant to make up a den. I have come across the scent barriers of packs but haven't really looked into it. I don't want to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time." My voice is warmth as fire should speak, as warmth is fire, it does not always have to be scalding.