Crossroads

She heard the wolf before she saw it. A large figure was hard scraping through the drying grass and her dark ears flicked forward attentively. More than anything, a curiosity burned within her to see who it was that would greet her. If it was a female she was going to be sorely disappointed, but the scents marking the borders were rather masculine. So unless it was a very brutish woman, she had high hopes that this leader would be a male.

To her glee it was indeed a male that greeted her. She shamelessly studied him. Silver eyes glanced over his towering form (which was no surprise to her) and the pale white fur that coated most of him. His brown markings were intriguing and she studied the golden eyes that peeked out from the ivory of his face. His stature was impressive and overall her judgement about him was a good one. She greeted him with a barely contained grin and a soft wave of her tail.

His name was the most intriguing thing about him. Bass Destruction. She smirked as she looked him over again. He didn't seem very destructive, though she supposed looks were deceiving. She didn't believe she looked as innocent and feminine as her body portrayed her to be.

"I'm Asha." She greeted warmly, still relieved that he was indeed a male and not some crazy beefed up woman. "I came to join." She wasted no time getting to the point.

"SPEAK"