Things you can't change

She had been exploring. Kuu knew nothing of this world, but the oft-scented paws of wolves creased the earth. She had hunted them, but not advanced, swimming, sleeping and feasting on anything she already found dead, forcing herself to stay healthy. Death, or death from not looking after herself was not an option that the once-priestess could bring herself to consider. She would have seen it as a crime. She shook herself, her silver fur almost silken against her frame before her bright green eyes flickered a little and a sigh spilled from between ebon lips. The trees towered above her and she felt small. Almost inconsequential, if she didn’t know her own worth and accept it as her due. She stretched once, long nails raking at the undergrowth and tearing furrows through the dirt.

Only then did she move, her shoulder brushing against a tree to itch a spot where she could have growled at, unable to reach it from the spot she’d been in. On near-silent feet, she moved forward, her mind occupied with the loneliness that spoke of missing her family – of missing the other priestesses that had become her mentors.

A weaker wolf would have whined, or complained, but Kuutamo would have had her throat ripped from her if she had pitied herself. Her paws continued to move her forward, her muscles moving smoothly across her scant, lean frame. Of course, she spotted the brawler-male when she stepped forward a little further forward. He was clad in shades of grey – but not quite a true monochrome male, red marking parts of his frame. Along with the weird upper teeth that she could see, he would have easily killed her, had she attacked him. As it was, the former priestess stepped forward into view, her green eyes flashing brightly before she spoke, her voice soft as she introduced herself.
Kuutamos. Kuu. She didn’t say much, her head canting a little to the left before she shook herself and straightened up, her eyes fixed expectantly on him.