Snake In The Grass

It was a mere three days after the challenge. She won against the white Wolf. Her victory would be lovely, but she had to keep the pack. The woman had no doubt she made more enemies that day. She would have to continue her hard work to maintain her pack. She was on her way to her real home, the S.S. Antiox when she heard a rustling within the distance. Yellow orbs scanned the area but saw nothing. The woman who wore the Wolf skull continued on with her head held high and her senses high. Ears were perked, nose wrinkled slightly, and her tail high. She was the Empress of these lands she would not handle trespassers. The insane woman watched as the wind blew the giant trees about, their leaves falling rapidly due to the fact that it was mid fall. Everything was painted in russets and browns. She enjoyed it, she could blend in slightly. Though, she was on a mission to get home and continued her limping across the north.