The fun is just starting

Basilia had come to the conclusion that the majority of wolves didn't enjoy socialization and this was fine with her. Wolves served as a form of enjoyment sure, but she could only mess with them for so long until they started being boring. Maybe she should start looking for stuff that made her content with life and not excited for it, but messing with people was too much fun. How could she stop now when she had just barely begun her journey to ruin the lives of others.

Stepping into the field Basilia felt the chill of a thin layer of snow beneath her paws, it was a new and different experience for the she-wolf as she had spent a large portion of her life in warmer climates. Snow was seen at very few instances. Chills running through her spine from the new temperatures filled her with discomfort. Heading south again wouldn't be the worst idea now would it?