'Vanity will be the death of me. I'll be running from some wolf I've pissed off, and stop to check my reflection.' The woman thought with an amused snort, admiring herself in an iced-over puddle. She especially liked the way that her eyes glittered, their vibrancy only enhanced by the dark fur surrounding them. Eleanor turned her head slightly, appreciating her regal, chiseled features. Slender, pointed ears pricked as she centered her vision once more, gazing down at her reflection. A small smile played on her lips as she realized just how lucky she was to be blessed with such an attractive face. And her body, she supposed, wasn't so bad either. Perhaps it wasn't as curvaceous as she would have liked, but she loved her plush fur and slender legs.

Eleanor continued to gaze downwards, but her mind drifted from herself to the things that she had created. Her children, sister and brother, in whom she tried to instill with her own personal values. It seemed that Vasily cared little for physical appearance, and complained loudly whenever her mother told her to clean herself up. Time and time again the girl had come back to the den splattered in mud and God knows what else. Her chastisement was little more than projecting- Vas had been lucky enough to have been born with the body of a girl, so why did she care so little for her appearance when there was so much less work to be done?

The woman let out a sigh. She cared deeply for both her children, but was surprisingly frustrated with the bane of any parent's existence- the free will of their children. Eleanor, of course, wanted the best for the both of them, but perhaps she was trying to live through them instead of letting them live for themselves. Well, the little ones certainly didn't come with instructions, and with Despoina hardly parenting at all, the woman was left largely to her own devices when it came to the raising of the children. She thought she was doing alright. They had both almost made it to their first birthday, and they hadn't died or become severely maimed- and were both acceptably happy, she thought.

Her ears swiveled as she heard the sound of pawsteps behind her. A scent wafted to her noise, being carried by a sudden breeze, and she smirked. "Despoina, I know it's you, lurking around. I suppose you've caught me admiring myself... though I'm not too embarrassed. I see you admiring me often enough, after all."