Fog covered the terra firma around her legs, twisting and wrapping every tendon and muscle. She was not one minute to happy. A failed hunt, was enough to set any damn wolf off into a foul mood. Ears struck against her skull. The ground not far from where she was began to slowly be covered in the ivory untouched flakes that fell from the skies. It was a mystery why it has not here. Others were for once silent within her mind, resting. Giving her time to breath, drawling in a deep scowling breath - as well as taking scents in from others that traveled threw here, some may even call it home. She didn't care though, it was none of her business. The masculine she had ment - dark and ashy like herself not long before coming here caused the voices to begin a uproar. For the life of her, she couldn't remember if they exchanged names or not. And that didn't leave a good taste in her mouth.
Hala hated all around her, and let little bother her, but that male really did bother her. Coming into that of her own personal bubble. It didn't leave a good taste in her mouth that's for sure. She rose her head for a moment, before another's scent drifted to her nostrils. Which caused her nose to flare, and her lips to also curl up into a snarl. Another one to trespass too close to her? 'He is coming to kill you, you stupid bitch.' This caused a deeper more serious growl. Her hackles rose, Stephen's voice playing over and over again. He couldn't be right could he? Achyla was dead, her and Doyle made sure of that. "Achyla is dead you moronic asshole." Her own voice dripped with venom and hatred for anyone and anything to hear. She didn't care.
