xenia does not care for the company of others. she has come to the understanding that most wolves are controlled by those worthless things known as emotions and while they speak much too frequently, none of their words ever hold any valuable information. it’s quite exhausting to be around them.

and while xenia tries to avoid other wolves, they come to her like a mouth to flame - especially now that it is winter. not long ago, she’d been forced to put down a young man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. frankly, her biggest problem with the whole mess was trying to get the blood out afterwards. and if pesky men weren’t enough, females coming into season seem to think that it’s better to travel in groups. they attach themselves to her hip when their little groups stumble upon her, tittering that ”it’s just not safe to be traveling alone right now, miss.”

xenia could laugh at their idiocy.

these woman, however, spill words and tidbits of information without the slightest bit of pressing. they tell her bits of gossip, most of it useless, but some of it decent enough to use. it’s easy enough to portray a lady traveling back to her mate and the women eat it up, cooing, ”we’ll get you back home where you belong, don’t you worry!” she knows from experience that the grotto is emptier and that wolves keep to themselves, but the girls around her cluck nervously when they pass it. a slight girl, probably going into her first winter with the ability to breed, tucks in close to xenia and whispers that she’s heard terrible things about the males who linger in the grotto during winter.

xenia decides it’d be too much effort to kill another male who decides to push his luck. she keep moving with the group.

she has many options throughout moladion - she’s dug or repurposed dens all over the place, in case she needs a bolthole. she doesn’t decide which one until one of the women say that they’re heading for their pack. xenia knows that they’re fairly close to encora woodlands, so she offers to go with by saying that her den is that way as well. she sets off with the other woman, a chorus of goodbyes ringing in her ears. the other parts ways shortly afterwards and xenia is alone just as she hits the woods.

she strolls deeper, two-toned eyes sharp. the trees protect her from the bitter wind and while the snow underfoot is annoying, she is at ease - she’s just hoping nothing will force her to change that.

woman | seven years | loner | souless | heartless