Master of Puppets
a raven in a flock of crows
she will destroy as she pleases
Her russet paws stepped into a new land, this time a place that seemed like a beach. Yet, the sands were an onyx color and she took quite a liking to it. Large pillars of hardened and old lava as well as palm trees dotted the place. What a strange place, she liked it though. Maybe for now she would have to call the lands of the North her home. She wondered, were there any packs here who also called this place home? She needed to know, no, she did not want, she needed. Gaze hardened and narrowed as a figure was able to be seen in the distance. Hmm, to approach or to leave alone. Let's cause a little discord in this cold land. And so she did. Powerful russet limbs carried her forth towards the being who seemed to be out here all alone. By the looks, it was a female and she was quite smaller then Verana. "Qué linda niña. (What a pretty little girl.)" The Spanish left her maw, "Lástima que por ella misma. (Shame she's by herself.)" She spoke in Spanish to barely hide her intention, skull raised to get a closer look at the woman. "What's your name?" she merely asked.