A large fae sets in a cold darkened den awaiting the moon to tip the mountainious place. She huffs to herself lieing down dreaming of running with a pack of her own one day. She is a loner but has found this den to keep her comfortable for now. She gets up, thirst has hit her swiftly she moves to the creek and laps up some of the cool water. Her soft blue orbs scan the terran as the smooth breeze tuffles with her Dark black peltage. She sets up her auditives move listening for the slightest movement. She is alone for now, but anything could happen.