The shadow-coated wolf yawned widely, her fangs flashing in the morning sunlight. She blinked her ruby eyes and glanced about, noting the changing colors of the leaves and the rich, earthy scent of decay that came with autumn. Satisfied that there were no other wolves or predators in the immediate vicinity, she stretched as languidly as any cat and wondered what she ought to do with herself today.The she-wolf was feeling unusually content, having just acquired may interesting stories from the YMCA and Antianeira packs. She was also exceedingly pleased with her most recent discovery – flirtation. Indeed, it was at least as fun as toying with others like Ulfhildr was wont to do, and the males of those two packs were such fun. The shadowy wolf could still feel her amusement over the whole ordeal – Balios’s jealousy and Romir’s flamboyant overtures. A mischievous little grin crept onto her maw. Yes, she could get used to such things.
Ah, but what to do, now? Where to go? Farther north? To the east? The west? Should she seek out another pack or keep to the wilds for a time? She began to wander, rather idly, toward the river. Wherever she went, she was sure to need a drink, first.
But, as the she-wolf neared the river, the wind brought a most interesting scent with it. Another wolf. And a male, at that. Her ears perked up with interest. Well, now, who would this be?
