Her world’s axis had shifted the day she drove her brother away. Always her life had revolved around him, protecting him, allowing him his carefree and oblivious nature, and finding what was best for them. Yet the very “them” she had strove so hard to protect was now just a she with he atop the mountain that loomed on the horizon. Ever she turned her shoulder to it, determined to believe that this was his fault and not hers but at the end of the day she rarely convinced herself of such. She drifted amongst the gigantic trees of the forest, her coat a flash of white amongst the trunks and colorful leaves that were beginning to litter the floor. She was the ghost of Taviora, a white specter who rarely spoke to anyone if she could help it. She was puckish, more suited for being on her own and little by little the other residents here had learned that.

Instead she threw herself in to her work. At Coza’s urging she had become a part of the hunters within the pack, a position for which she had been made. She excelled in the killing of things, though it wasn’t something she necessarily took joy, but it gave her purpose which she had lost with her brother. At her doing the wolves of Taviora would often find meals awaiting them at any time of day in the heart of the pack lands. A young deer, two piglets she had come across, raccoons piled together, and even the odd badger which she had uprooted while claiming her den. Anything she could catch by herself she did, though she knew with the onset of winter when easy prey would dwindle would call to need more pack hunts to feed hungry bellies and pregnant she-wolves.

With this in mind she emerged from her den. What had once been a shallow hole beneath a immense oak tree belonging to said badger she had excavated in a wide and deep area fit for her size on the outskirts of the where most of the forest’s residents took rest. Giving a quick shake her golden and ice blue gaze flicked around the surrounding area, noting the morning light filtering down through the limbs and spotting the grounds. Silently she flowed over the ground, her stride determined and purposeful as she wound her way toward the alpha’s den.

The respect she felt for Coszcotl still surprised her. She had never been one to submit to anyone in any facet of life, yet the steady and consistent hand of her alpha had been a comfort and a his direction vital in her survival, and for that she loved him in her own way. She halted a comfortable distance from the sizeable dens entrance, ears perked forward to hear the breathing within confirming that he was within with his mate no doubt. She settled in, lowering her haunches and sitting with her thick tail wrapped around her large paws against the chill of the late-fall morning. Her eyes surveyed the area around them, not focusing on the dens entrance but rather everywhere else. She made no noise or move to call Coza out, she didn’t wish to disturb him should he or Moth be sleeping. Eventually he would appear she knew and she would be here, waiting.