K i R J A V A
This used to be a Fun House
Kirjava made her way around a lake. Her light amber eyes scanned the place around her. The place was empty but her nose told her that many other wolves liked to come here. How did she find herself here anyways? Why but following the ol' sniffer that was her nose. She had been wandering for most her life, never getting to stay in any one place, always getting chased out by the locals. So what a few wolves get killed? So what that it looked like they had been eaten, a girls gotta eat you know. A huff escapes her as she thinks about some past encounters, specifically the last one.
It had been the middle of the winter and she was in some unknown place, what was known was that there was a shortage of food. It had appeared that all the animals in the area had fled, or simply died. So because of said food shortage, kirjava was very hungry. So she killed a few of the weaker wolves who would wander by themselves to keep herself from starving. Being her though, she just couldn't eat a whole carcass, hence why the bodies were eventually found. Kirjava would have laughed if they didn't find her mangled left overs, she didn't really hide them. Long story short, they found the bodies, connected them to her (the only wolf that wasn't skin and bones), and chased her out.
So here she was now, exploring a new place. Looky looky too, her exploring has yielded results. There before her sat another, and by the smells of it, it was a she. She turned towards the other lady and started walking over. Kirjava's left half ear twitched and then both ears swiveled forward, a smile stretching its way across her scarred face.
"Hey there friend, hows it going there all by your lonesome? Names Kirjava, and what might your name be friend?"
Always the friendly one, it was just in her nature to be nice.
But now its filled with evil clowns
Kirjava || Black with grey mottling || Light Amber eyes || Controlled by Black Alpha
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