Snow was not seen too much here in her so called "New Home". She didn't like it here, it wasn't what she was used to. But then again it didn't matter where she was at. It was the life style with which was different. Before she had known violence, abuse and starvation. Here there was none of that. It made her wary, untrusting and on edge. She had been up tight and nearly wanting to snap at Thor. Heck she might just do it for the fun of it. Why was he so righteous, always trying to prove he was good. What a joke, no one was good or kind. And she'd prove it one way or another, throw it back into his face. For now though she stomped away from her bundle of grass she called a bed. Already her sores and bruises were fading away, the food provided to her and her sisters slowly filling her out. Though Arnporr made sure the other two were full each time they ate before she was even half full. She didn't tell them that though, just acted like she had a small appetite.

Mahogany colored pup kicked out at the snow dusted ground, blue eyes downwards as she wondered about. She shook her head, ears flapping when something caught her eyes. There off to the left was a rabbit, its fluffy tail flicking, back towards her. Body dropped down and she quickly stalked over before pouncing. Though of course the rabbit would get away and a chase would ensue. Grey blur followed by a growling brown mass zipped around the plains. Arnporr had never chased anything, never hunted anything but bugs. So not knowing all rabbits had escape holes, she watched in disappear into the ground. Sliding to a halt she snarled before screaming down into the hole. "You stupid coward! Get out here!!" She clawed at the hole before sitting down, glaring at the rabbit hole, mind whirling on a solution.

Fur flopped, a tail swing, ears wiggled, and paws thudded upon the ground. The Tiger marked Wolf flopped through the plains. Her eyes were shut but her mind was opened. Beyond the sound of her own breath, flopping, and pad falls. She heard a rustling. Latalia was an adventurous one. She often sought out things she really shouldn't. Like after seeing the long Cottonmouth as she moved her way into the plains, most women would have turned around. But, not Latalia. The woman was fearless and excited about everything. The Carmel woman was so tiny she was barely visible through the tall grass and various bushes. Her fur had sticks and mud in it. She hadnt bathed in days. The girl was also quite skinny, due to the fact that she hated hunting. Killing harmless animals seemed so cruel to her. But, when the hunger growls kept her up at night she would find a Mouse and dine. But, the scent of others brought her eyes open. Skittered across the plain would be a darker colored Wolf taking down a Rabbit, or so she thought. Latalia watched the animal plop into the hole, dissapearing. She cheered for the critter on the inside but merely smiled on the outside. The very small Wolf moved over to the other Wolf with wide eyes. Her fur flung about with each step, looking very messy. But her white stripes were still prominent. "Clever trick!" She referred to the meal that got away. The tan babe stopped and stared at the other lady with her head cocked to the side. "I am sure there are more to be caught!"