the last daughter of the shadow-grin
female | five | 38 inches | 100 pounds | no heart | no soul | spirane
There are few things that will disturb a Nanruan more than being settled. It is what gave the F4 males their notorious wandering spirit. Even within pack structure, they didn’t fit. They were the most Nanruan-like, at least that is how her father had told it. Even though Seamus had not been bred of Nanrua, even though Fenrir had not been either, they were the most like those of that old Motherland she had grown apart from. Wild, dangerously close to pragmatic. She had heard that Moladion was as close in type to Nanrua as one could come without setting foot in her native land and so here she is.
She locked in on Spirane for the recent upheaval, an easier thing for her to assimilate into an entirely new regime than grovel in the shadow of an older one. It was a place full to the brim with those coarser in nature, making a glaring contrast to herself, and it seemed most filled with women - an easier type of pack to care for, in her opinion.
Today, though, she was not of the mind to be a diplomat, to help the new alpha form bonds anywhere or with anyone, so she is off like the wild creature she is.
When she had last taken an excursion, topics had surrounded a little pup whose father had traded a rabbit for her with the mother. Dangerous as it was, she hardly seemed to mind the implications of this regarding herself or those pups she might otherwise have the bliss of birthing. She was not helpless enough for such a thing to happen to her, after all. Nanruan women were savages after birth, forbidding their men from the dens until the pups opened their eyes and their names could be finally howled to Mother Moon.
She seeks now, perhaps, another interesting story - or at least a new chapter in an old one - with which to entertain herself in the wild lands of Moladion. Something to ruminate over and establish as a daydreamer’s boon. Grays of many shades travel into the fields of Ruieze, the noonday brightness darkening as the afternoon takes on a cooling quality. Summer, after all, was over and the early fall taking to warning of a harder winter to come. Soon, she would not be so comfortable in the in-between as her undercoat thickened, she would want a companion for her den. Perhaps a companion to be more than a den-mate.
Male or female, perhaps that is what she looks for. A loner with no den-warmer for the winter...
