There had been rumors of some sort of event going on in the common lands. She had not paid too much attention to it, far preferring to stay within the range of Iromar. It was truly where she felt at home, and safe. But the whispers got louder and louder. More and more annoying. ‘Blind dating’? What the hell did that mean? Despoina scoffed. Who would want to do that? There was nothing about this concept she would have enjoyed or had any interest in. She paid it no heed.

Instead, she was legitimately enjoying a lovely winter day. The temperature was not as bitter cold as it could have been, and the snow that dusted the earth was pleasant and shallow. She stepped through it with very little care as to how heavy or soft her footfalls were. Never could she be accused of being the most elegant or majestic of creatures. She did have an interesting kind of charm to her body though. A delicate, fox-like face set atop a body that promised a solid punch in the mouth. During this season the majority of her dark black and brown body stuck out against the snow while her hind legs and tail vanished into the white. An easy grin lingered on the young woman’s face as she loped through the common lands, simply enjoying her solitude.

Lost in her thoughts she skittered to a stop when she stumbled upon a gathering of overly cheerful looking women. Despoina blinked and tried to back-peddle, paws slipping in the freshly fallen snow. The result was making a little bit of a fool of herself. With a growl, she hunched her shoulders and glowered in the direction of the woman who seemed to be the ring leader. There was no way for her to gracefully bow out of this shindig. Instead she sat moodily and tried to ignore the fact that all the women smelled really good, and the cream colored wolf made her head spin.