Her mission in life was not going well as of the moment. No one had presented themselves to her, or maybe she was just not showing enough effort. It wasn't like a male would just up and go for her, oh no there were plenty of those. But, alas in this world, plenty of the wolves wanted to make an emotional connection first and those didn't just happen right away. Lova knew for a fact, that her obsession with personalities was of a different kind with everyone. Though her mind was a little off since her king left. She mentioned none of him and she was fine, otherwise plenty of other wolves would hate her before they even got a chance to judge her. The girl moved through the thicket with her cyan eyes watching out for some sort of company. At this moment, she'd accept any kind of company. It didn't matter who it was, female, male, and it didn't have to be anything but a conversation. Being a rogue wolf was not for her, she was not used to it. Just she was getting older, and if she wasn't careful she'd die without a trace of her blood on this world. Her tail flicked a little and she sighed, was she paranoid or just plain an idiot? Speech,

The cub, unlike the female, had no actual plans, except to have at least one child, but of course that would have to wait. Twitching her tail, the cub wauted as the scent of a wolf filled the air, although she didn't feel the best here. While the cold got to these wolves, the snow leopard cub was the exact opposite, the heat getting to her. She sneezed, noting silently that even the Northern lands were not as cold as she wanted it, her fur already thick and making her struggle for breath. Crawling into a shady space, she growled in annoyance, until she saw the wolf's cyan eyes, and her ears perked up a little. Her brothers probably had the wolf's eye color, because there had been flecks of that color in their gazes when she left. Rising up, the cub's tail raised in the air and swayed lazily, the heat making her sick, her gray chest heaving in pants. For a moment, she was unable to speak, but she finally spoke, her voice soft and a little cold, as if she were used to speaking like this. At this moment, she'd accept any kind of company. "Wolf, may I make a deal with you? Your eyes for mine. Acid green eyes would look great on you, and snow leopards are......Are supposed to......Have blue or amber eyes." Her voice had a hint of a whine to it, but she spoke quickly. She knew that they would both be blind if they did that, and that it wouldn't work, but part of her was bored. What would this wolf say to such a strange question; the cub knew that she would say no to anyone who asked that. "Talk" "You" Think