Dead weight

It was funny being able to recognize her own kind. Yet she really just, didn’t care today. She stared blankly at the coyote head humming for a soft moment. Ruby turned and continued down the path. "At least red looks nice in the snow." thankfully so did her beautiful purple pelt. Her paws trying to coax twigs and whatever else she could find out of the frozen ground. It was easy to see far during this season. It would’ve made it difficult for wolves to hide themselves if they didn’t know what they were doing.

"Is there a special reason men around here use their surname?" Ruby asked tilting her head. Then again there were some large groups around. Disgusting. At least this one didn’t stink of a pack. Out here it was all out for yourself and she was no different. What was the name of that bitch she’d killed? A Klein or something. Whatever, she pushed the thought away her eyes scanning the edges of dense naked branches. A few dangling off the trees.