xenia was feeling generous today. she did not particularly like nor dislike the seasons, but even she could not deny that there was a feeling of satisfaction when one stepped out of their den onto ground that wasn’t frozen. she had since left the woodlands, more than ready to enter this new year. the newly two-year olds were more than likely leaving their packs on “adventures” and their loose tongues could sate xenia’s thirst for knowledge for more than a few months if she played her cards right. and xenia always played her cards right.

xenia moved briskly onwards, wrinkling slender muzzle at the scent of diveen as she passed the angels’ resting place. out of all of the packs, the silver woman knew the least of diveen and iromar. angels and demons had proved to keep secrets well and xenia did not like that one bit. she would tackle that challenge when she reached it, however, and she would content herself with the naivety of youth for now. she had survived the winter with less blood on her paws than last year and she had come to the conclusion that she deserved a reward. less bodies meant less lies and less lies meant less of a chance of someone coming for her pelt. she would get to play her little game for a while and that’d be reward enough.

as the sterling woman drew further from the border of diveen, a bright howl rang out. violet and teal eyes narrowed a fraction, cool and calculating. less than a second later, decision made to further investigate, the woman’s expression smoothed into a girlish one - two-toned eyes bright and charcoal lips curled at the edges. without another moment of hesitation, xenia took off at a looser pace towards the direction of the howl. she did not have to travel much farther before her eyes alit on a gathering of wolves, all loosely based around a younger femme whom was prancing around, as if in her own little world. coming closer and passing a few others, xenia stood on silver toes, eyes bright and eager. if someone was to speak to her, she’d be more than willing to pitch her voice into a girly soprano and coax gossip out of loose lips.

for now, though, she would greedily watch the body language of these wolves and gain what knowledge she could out of that.

woman | seven years | loner | souless | heartless