The Sound of Silence

Trudging her way through the persistent chill of the northern region, as she'd come to find it was, had been the most irritating waste of her time. It started with losing her brother, her only source of entertainment and a reason to get her lazy butt moving most of the time, then she'd been avoiding his little slave girl. Mara doubted that pathetic little scrap of fluff would find her dear sibling without some help. The thought made her chuckle, turning her amber gaze on these much more pleasant lands that stretched out ahead of the scarred female. Warmer? Check. That's all she really cared about at this moment. Warmth, peace and quiet.

Coming upon a stand of fruit-bearing trees, she slowed her pace to take in the sights. It was so... pretty. Ugh. Her ears flicked back in response to the idea that pretty things usually drew in wolves who liked to look at them. Grumbling, she pressed on, only to find her alone time once more interrupted by the presence of pale colored wolf, lounging on some high rocks. Marching her way right up to it, Mara eyed the other wolf quietly for a while, then called, "Get off."

Her tail arched high, announcing her dominant frame of mind. She'd set her sights on a prize; it would be hers, one way or another.