Safir hadn’t been to these lands for ages, she remembered when she used to call the land of Boreas some sort of home. She remembered being the slave to a variety of wolves and once a lion. Whilst she had been away from Boreas she had still been a slave to a couple of wolves out there, her current master had left her so on her hunt for a new one she had found herself returned to the lands she had once known. She much rather didn’t like the taste of freedom it felt weird, there was no one to tell her what to do when she was free and without that she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. Long were the days of the skittish femme she had once been but she was still rather respectful of other wolves, she wouldn’t have remained scarless for this long had she behaved any other way. The small woman would plant herself down in a piece of marsh grass, she didn’t care much for the feeling of it but it was somewhere to sit and wait to see if a potential master came along or not.
![[Image: ojtJhNT.png]](http://i.imgur.com/ojtJhNT.png)
![[Image: safir_pixel_by_reflectedmemories-d8nbhy0.png]](http://orig15.deviantart.net/4803/f/2015/086/c/1/safir_pixel_by_reflectedmemories-d8nbhy0.png){kind=tracking}
![[Image: ylVIm7C.png]](http://i.imgur.com/ylVIm7C.png)
