Never gonna tame me

The smell of death hung heavy on the air, lingering like a shroud and a warning to those who so happened across the blood spattered battlefield. However, the vixen of a femme walked carefully; treaded lightly upon bloodied earth, stained darker in areas from the useless bloodshed that had occurred upon the land. She could almost feel the palpable tension that reverberated tightly upon the very essence of the air. Each molecule rapidly vibrating as if trying to warn others of what might happen. It was the stupidity of the young lady that let those paws fall upon the earth, that drove her forward. She was never a fighter by nature, and she hated the very idea of bloodshed for the uselessness of it, it didn't matter what she would never condone it. This was the very reason not many packs in the young girls short two years of life wanted her. She always stuck up her nose and very being at the idea of fighting for power and status. It was a useless waste of time, and one could put their mind and physical exertion to something else more useful.

Alas, even she knew however that a female as a loner could never last for long. It was unthinkable and irrational to believe that it could be possible. She almost shuddered at the thought that a female on their own might get scarred up due to altercations with the prey they were wanting for dinner, YUCK! that was a mans job not a woman's, and it brought a vile taste to her throat as she wrinkled that slender foxish nose purtly. Body strong yet agile, with a sweeping demeanor to it; the middle tapering gently to flare ever so elegantly towards the hips. Long athletic legs built for speed rather than raw power, whilst her body was adorned in a lush coat of cream intricately laced with silver and black along her chest and in her tail where it was longer than typical. Paws large to distribute her weight evenly as she walked with a slow simpering sway. Her ears twitching as she passed through this desolate grounds in an attempt to not be noticed before she could find somewhere safe to stay.

It was the unknown that made her jumpy as she picked up her pace. Each step faster than the last. She could feel eyes upon her, from what she didn't know, could this be the long deceased victims who's restless spirits watched to wreck vengeance on the ones whom killed them? Or was it others up to more nefarious deeds? She couldn't help but wonder why she had ever left the comfort of her native homelands far away from here and high atop a mountain where it seemed that nothing could touch or harm her. Oh it was the stupidity of any young woman wishing to forge a life for herself, but she didn't know the dangers that did lurk just outside of her carefully guarded home, but she was sure to find out.