It had been a while since she'd been in Boreas, but finally, she returned. She had taken off a while back to see if she could find Hannibal, but he was long gone and she decided he wasn't worth her time anymore. If he was going to keep disappearing, so be it. She had other affairs to tend to and spirits to commune with. She should've listened to them before when they kept telling her he had thrown the name off balance...especially after his union with their sister of all wolves. Oh well, they poisoned the Klein name and if that's the legacy that was left behind, then there was nothing to be done. She didn't like it, but she wouldn't associate herself with dirty Kleins. Was she still salty about that? Yeah.

So she brought herself to the battlefield in search of a fight to take out her displeasure. Maybe she'd meet someone interesting, maybe she wouldn't. At some point, she'd seek out someone that could use a priestess, or at the very least, someone who needed another set of paws in their pack.

She paused in the middle of snow dusted clearing, head was thrown back to call for someone to entertain her in a fight. She was feeling maimy, but honestly, she didn't care what kind of fight it turned out to be.

She just wanted to shed some blood.

Rose had been curled up under a bush by the edge of the clearing when she was startled awake by the howl of the wolf in the clearing. The small black she-wolf had been waiting by the edge of the clearing, hoping that something she recognized as prey would happen along, as she was far from the ocean, but had dozed off after a long time of nothingness. Now, being startled awake, she was frozen in spot. A fight was the last thing she wanted, but she had a feeling if the angry wolf discovered her presence, she would have no choice. Being as quiet as she could, she lowered her head until she was looking under the snow covered branches of the bush, to get a good look at the wolf who had awakened her.