I had spent some time here, although I have kept largely to myself. I had not planned for this to be the path of my life. I had intended to serve Tesseract and live in Glorall, until I finally caught wind of the killer who took my mother's life. I had not gone searching for that scent for a while. I decided to end that today, and to go out and look once more.

My grey legs push forward from the place where I rested. I did enjoy getting to see the world from a higher vantage point, but I did not really even climb that high on the mountain yet. I felt the cold sting of earth on my paws and knew that winter was upon us, and hormones were going to start raging. It was not anything I was particularly interested in.

I moved downward, my minds seems a bit distracted on all the thoughts that seemed to consume me at all times. I was not completely pleased with the leadership type here, but Jericho favors her. There must be something I have yet to see, and I don't like to admit that I am quick to judge. I move through a thickening of brush, fighting my way through and allowing my fur to become a mess. I did not mind. I was a natural beauty, a most unfortunate thing given I would rather be bestowed with strength. I have many that I need to fight and kill. I have the woman who killed my mother, and the two wolves who assaulted Magnus and his imprint. It just seemed my list keeps growing.

As I come down, my thoughts are pulled from me as I am gripped by the newest howl in the air. I lift my light brindled head, ears swiveling as I pause. I feel my breath stopping for a moment. That is not a song of happiness or longing. That was a song of pain. I wrinkle my nose. I do not like weaklings, but I also know the wolf who killed my mother chose at random. I must investigate.

My paws move with haste as I turn towards the source. The wolf is actually rather close near a tree, where the top is in view. I must admit my advantage is speed, and I do not waste a moment to skillfully arrive at the wolf's side. I slow my pace as I arrive, taking in the sight of the female laying next to the tree on her side. There is blood. I rush to her side, half of me disgusted at her weakness and the other half driven to find out who took advantage of it. I admit I do not have the best bedside manner, and my face is not a kind one to look upon, but it is one serious, and all about business as I inhale the scents.

"What the hell happened- who did this to you? What did they look like? Are they still here?" I ask as I look over her, right after looking around us to ensure this threat is still not lingering. I stand next to her, protective as I await her words if she is capable of them. Information is key. There are quite a few scents here, and I need to know as much as possible if someone attacked her that is of lupine blood. I am on edge and ready to attack, always prepared for the unexpected. No harm will come to her as long as I am here.