She found it incredible, this place, since her nap in the ground Noxa felt much less apprehensive to exploration, and to her delight when she had resurfaced from the badger-esque hole it had snowed. Noxa found much happiness in the snow, as it wasn't a common occurrence within her old home, a place littered with caves and volcanic openings never held snow for very long. Feeling the crunch of dead flora and patches of snow between her toes was a joy she rarely was able to appreciate, the older members of her family hadn't taken kindly to outward expressions of elation. The brown-red-and-black brindled female made good time getting to the river that flowed through the country, her dark green eyes scanning and noting all her new surroundings. How long had it been since she had a drink? She had tried eating snow but found the experience to be less enjoyable than she had originally imagined. Lord knows you, girl, you'll kill yourself with chill she had thought sternly to herself after eating three mouthfuls of the cold substance, chiding herself for not learning her lesson the first or second time. But soon, the stringy-looking female found herself merely strides away from the river, a taught smile pulled across her muzzle as she looked for an area of broken ice or thawed water. Trimming the area along the river, she was almost too preoccupied to notice the male whom would have been only a few meters away from her, her protruding shoulders tensed the moment she realised she wasn't alone, a pang of fear struck through her stomach, she gulped and her eyes found the mostly-black male, a thought ran through her mind, a memory-
"And you shall know the deceiver when you see them, they are of darker hue and portraiture, the unholy image shall embrace them and you will fear their visage, do not fret-" said the old, sagging elder wolf as he sat upon his rock, giving a sermon to twenty-odd parishioners, all light red or cream in color "You shall only fret if you are alone or unknown, rely on your brothers and sisters to bring down the tainted, filthy heathen. If you face such decivers without strength in numbers you will surely be kill't. If you are able to bring a deceiver down by yourself you shall be rewarded to a feast, and they shall only be et by them who has been so blessed..."
The elder's voice faded in her mind, she froze in the presence of this black menace, blood dripping from him, the smell roused her stomach, a feeling she had wanted to repress, but having had nothing to eat save for a few small, dead animals and various frozen bugs and random fungi, Noxa was almost unable to contain herself. She felt disgusted, after all, she had fallen from grace, she was blemished and unworthy of the life she had ran from, a crime so truly haneous that she had almost taken her life...perhaps relating to this...thing would be much easier than it would be to fear him-
H-hello?
She said softly, her gruff tones grazing her throat like sandpaper, a wrinkly rumble accompanying the phonetics as they left her lips, she knew of nothing else to say.