BREEZEBLOCK

She had been wandering further and further from the lands she had once called home, from the alpha she had once called her friend. Everything had flipped, switched and changed since the birth of Newt's children and it had thrown the black bitch into a bit of a downward spiral. So she walked, further and further north not really caring where she was going as she was unable to take in the sights anymore. Some days she missed her sight, missed being able to properly care for herself, to see the where she was going and to see the faces of her friends. But then again it was an advantage of sorts. Darcia had trained her to fight using just her ears, had always told her that her sight was a disability sometimes. Maybe she knew that she would one day go blind like her mother had. But where as before when her eyes had been white due to genetics and everyone had assumed her to be blind she could no longer laugh at them when they realized that she was in fact sighted. Ah well, fighting hadn't gotten terribly harder since the loss of her vision, simply more bloody. She had been forced to keep her last opponent close, allowing him to latch onto her so she could try and break his legs. Instead she had simply ripped all the skin off one of his forelegs...

A cackle rippled up her throat and she grinned, scarred features contorting into a more malicious expression. Shoulder rolled back as head lifted as torn and frayed ears pricked. Had she just heard someone say hello? Or was it simply her mind playing tricks on her once more? Well if no one was here then there was no one to hear her answer her own mind right? "Hello?" she called back, voice a low rumble.