here kitty, kitty come and tighten the leash ,

How 'bout a little discipline for the violent beast?

The howl is what tilted my black towers to the front of my skull, a strong female leader then, as was deciphered by the scents that mar the border of the swamp. Of course, there was more here than simple bad smelling water, even the wet creatures needed solid ground. It is within a relatively short time that I begin to watch as something white flashes in the darkness, illuminated by the moon to catch just enough to give away the female's position. Much larger than I would have ever expected from a female, I almost thought the woman was in fact a man, what with the burly way she walked and the heavy tread of paw against ground. The sound was almost akin to a large buffalo walking, but, the stature of a female so large would provide protection, if the female knows what she is doing anyway.

Before long, she is before me, the epitome of calm and stern and determined. My multi-hued eyes of black, white, and blue scan her from ear to tail tip, taking in the expression of aggression on her face. A solid performance, meant to intimidate those of a lesser mirth than I. My own features remain stony, blank and completely unaffected by her display though, I am respectful when I wish to be. Her fangs flash at me and this action alone causes my expression to break, a slow smirk forming over features that were so perfect it was almost like looking at a porcelain doll. Her little speech enthuses me as well, and I bow my head only slightly. "Only a ploy, great queen, simply meant to get you out of bed faster, nothing more. I only have so much patience, and I figured you would want to meet me as soon as you could." It is blunt, sharply spoken on fragile sounding notes of glass, and I make my words to the point. I also mean to disarm the woman before me, as she looks ready to snap.

My eyes linger over her painted form now, taking in the midnight fur, the white of her chest, the copper tone of her ears. She made for an interesting art piece, of this I could be certain, though I knew better than to assume she was all look and no brawn. Just as she would be mistaken to believe I was any less dangerous because I am of a slighter build. I recline, sitting back on my haunches as I watch her ever so closely, neither wolf entirely trusting of the other given the circumstances. "I require a place where I could be used to my full potential. I need a pack to keep me in line, to ensure that I have something to focus on. You see, bad things happen when I grow bored, and while I understand I could simply find something else, I like cleaning up the messes I make." I smirk, wondering if she was clever, strong and pretty. If so, I believe we have found a marvelous match for my amazing set of skills.

six years old; female; no: mate; no: soul; no: offspring; no: pack rank; 39in/165lbs ©