Blaire might have been too young in the eyes of others as she trekked across the open landscape on her own. Before the age of two she had become a loner, her independent nature too strong to ignore. The fem was still growing and had only filled a little over of half her full grown size. With summer there were still young animals about and most often those are what Blaire fed off of so long as their mothers were out of sight. Sometimes her hunger became so ravenous that she wouldn’t even give her victims the grace of death before she started devouring them. She was too young to understand the issue and with no one to teach her any different it would be something that grew into her.

She has entered Glorall, these were the lands she born unto and they held a familiarity to them that she would never be able to forget. She trots deeper into the territory and before long the scent of blood is in the air and a rumbling stomach convinces the she-wolf to investigate. Still not having perfected the art of stealth she walks between the trees and overgrowing foliage not so silently, and so whoever was creating the source she followed would likely hear her loud approach.

Her duo toned eyes see the tri colored brute as she walks through a thicket of bushes, his muzzle is buried into the flesh of a freshly killed rabbit and he tears out a strip of meat. Though he was young he was a monster, thick and tall. Immediately Blaire liked the look of him, almost as much as she liked the look of the kill he had before him. She flashes him a devilish grin before speaking with a feminine humor laced voice, “I don’t mean to stare, but you and your friend are just so breathtaking…”