Judith is a wolf of young, just growing into her skin and blossoming into the beautiful temptress that she was destined to become. Her body was a even mix of white and brown, her face an interesting splash of brown, the only white to be seen here was the fuzz in her ears. It was as if she had run through a storm of paint, there was no pattern, no reason for the way that the colors danced on her pelt. She felt it made her more alluring, it was something that caught the eyes of the passing wolf. As well as her eye, what with the brown that flooded the icy blue of her left eye.

The wolfess was skilled in the arts of grace, beauty, and manipulation. Her mother was something of a concubine for the pack she grew up in, and to keep her position in the court of their king, she needed the same tailored skill set that she had so graciously passed to her daughter. Using your body language to seduce a man, your feminine wit and sense to manipulate them into taking you as a damsel in distress, someone who needed their protection. Grace under the pressure of another wolfess, holding rank without disgracing oneself. Oh, Judith knew these things and many more, for such a young girl she was no helpless maid.

Yet without her knowledge, her bi-colored paws bring her into the realm of Glorall. It isn't her eyes that first catch the shift in scenery, but rather her nose. It was quite obvious that some wolves had made this here their home, their scent was much more strong than it would have been if they had just been passing through. As such, she finds a comfortable spot within the confines of this new land, intent on keeping the peace and introducing herself as the stranger she was here. She can smell the coast from here, she notes, as her muzzle lifts into the sky and she calls for the alpha of this place, or whomever it was that felt fit to come welcome her.