with its phantom chased for evermore

Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew. There was no snow here, and it was a disgusting land. It was basically broken! Trees everywhere, the ground shattered. The woman had to step so daintily in order to be safe, her gaze constantly searching around her so she would not be caught unawares - by the terrain, or by another wolf. It was not pleasant. Movement would catch her eye and her head would jerk; slightly int he distance, a male stood, holding down a rabbit... and ripping into it. Her lips curled at the sight of the male - he was torn, dirty. Not only that, but he was rather short as well - and incredibly unattractive quality. Perhaps, though, since he got that rabbit, he was good at hunting - even she could ignore the most pitiful of males if they were useful, even though this male should never sire any pups. Any daughters born from him would likely be weak, and she would question the sanity.

Still. She'd approach noisily, silver eyes focused on the male as she said naught a word, merely approached.