Jethro

The woman would make her way across the field away from ivalice. Perhaps for a way to blow of steam from her irritation. Not for something specific, it simply happened at times. She was ready to throw herself into the midst of a fight. The outcome unknown, and to add on to her experience. She had big plans. Big plans to be in ivalice. For those who didn't listen she would help Avalon make them listen. Taking in a deep breath she raised her head in a howl for a wolf to fight her.

After she straightened herself out, mainly her body. Tail leveled with her spine. Her ears perked for the moment, though it wouldn't be long until she set out her defenses. This was no easy task usually, but she was always prepared. Especially if there was planned pain to go along with it.