Winter had struck the land she had come to. At last she started to feel at home as the temperatures started to drop. Her breath in the air was nothing more than a comforting reminder she was still alive. The first season’s snow started to fall lightly onto the terrain making the fields start to look something more akin to her tundra home. She loathed to admit it, she liked it. Strawberry tipped paws dug into the dirty snow, sending chills of sweetness up through her bones. The smile on her lips graced and burned in her vibrant cyan eyes. It was a dangerous smile to say the least. She snorted once, blowing out the flame of her breath before making her way further into the field, a little bit closer to the epicenter of Moladion.

Silently at first she looked around. So far there had been little to tug her one way or another in this place. The solitude and quiet irked her, flickering at the bitterness she held. To be fair, she had not given this place much of a chance to prove itself to her. She supposed she could be patient, but what little patience she had would swiftly run thin. There were scents of wolves everywhere. Howls in the night of creatures far more thrilling than they were. Dangers and trials lurked just below the surface in the dead of night. The packs circled the freeland and she wondered more about relationships between them. Her eyes hardened at the thought. Dynasties could and would be torn apart in the blink of an eye if they weren’t careful. Thick ruff idly shrugged the accumulating snow off her sunset body, an action as natural to her as breathing. Satinka contemplated for a moment before howling into the daylight sky. She called to the wolves, enticing them, daring them closer. It was time to see what this place was all about.