here kitty, kitty come and tighten the leash ,

How 'bout a little discipline for the violent beast?

It is an odd place that I have come to, the first pack I come across wants to grill me on how I conduct my own pleasure and no other wolf will speak to me. I understand, when you are as magnificent as I am, it is hard to approach me. But, still, even with my violent tendencies, I am an interesting conversationalist. I get tired of being the only one I talk to.

So, I travel. And though my black booted paws are growing tired, I still keep them on the path necessary to get to the group of caves I had heard about. Surely, there was going to be someone interesting here, for all the rumors say dark things reside in this network of caves and tunnels beneath the crags of Moladion. This land was only growing more and more stale, more uninviting to me. Boredom was never my strong suit, and with winter hitting my body hard this season, I am inclined to use it to my full advantage.

I am not one who eats the flesh of those I kill, unless they were a particularly difficult adversary, but I do enjoy the killing part of the hunt. With the snow, and my subsequent lure, hunting gets easier. I move through one of the many entrances to the grotto, seeking out those more like myself, hoping for some kind of challenge to entertain me. What I find is actually more interesting than that. The wolf lays in a patch of sun made by a large crack in the roof of the caverns, he strikes a rather handsome pose, though I am more interested in his insides at this moment.

My glorious, svelte form moves in more closely, and I decide to grace the relaxing wolf with my smooth feminine vocals. "Well, you look good enough to eat." I say with a smile on my soft grey lips. Bright white, black and blue eyes boring into his own, willing him to challenge me. Come on, baby, make my day.

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