Monster hunter

Atreyu wasn't sure what to make of the bonfire festival she had attended, from her understanding, it was meant to be a peaceful affair. No sooner than she had placed a small bundle of herbs on the pyre to pay her respects to all those in her home pack that had passed after the betrayal and attack. The alpha that had nearly wiped out her old pack was still out there, and as the new matriarch of what was left, it was up to Atreyu to find any like him and destroy them. She had to make her new home a safe one. For her loved ones.

Traveling from the Starlit Plains, where the bonfire brawl had been, to the Boneyard. She managed to avoid pack territories along the way, not willing to risk trespassing at the expense of adventure. This place looked almost familiar, giving Atreyu a sense that she had been there before even though she had never stepped foot there. Her paws were silently cupping the earth as she walked, though the light, bell-like jingling of her bangles would give her away. Her collar was firmly in place, and the pink leather adorned with one-inch spikes helped her feel a bit more protected as she walked through the bones littered here. A darker wolf might have loved it here, but Atreyu could feel only reverence. There was something else there too, not fear exactly, but caution.

Moving along, those unique eyes of hers landed on another. This one had a massive dog with him and she was close enough to see the loving eye roll the stranger gave to the dog chewing on some of the bones. These bones belonged to the dead, and while the owner of them felt nothing, maybe their loved ones still came here to grieve and mourn him. Some creatures, like elephants, used these places as graveyards. There was a bit of outrage in those mercurial lavender eyes, black sclera making the holographic nature of her iris stand out that much more. She said nothing yet, simply watching the interaction between the two for a moment. Atreyu wasn't sure what she was waiting for, but she would know once the time came. Her face was a stoic mask that showed not one iota of her inner seething, but her eyes held all the outrage she felt.

Open your wings, Evil Angel!
'Thinking.' || "Talking." || 'Hearing.'