The ones we meet

Note: S'alkrie is part of glaciem, she has not yet been added onto the ranks.

Hot breath would roll from her tongue, slithering from the maw set agape, greeting the chilled winter atmosphere in the form of condensation that deceased almost as quickly as it had been manifested. S'alkrie had awoken from her deep slumber, her vision blurred for only a few moments- adjusting to the opening light of her newly dug den. It wasnt a nice feeling to wake up everyday alone, to be in a pack FULL of strangers. To have no family to greet and play with in the early morning. Standing Up on all four paws, The pale babe would shake all the specks of dust that buried deep within her fur away, before clawing out of her rather pathetic looking den. By pathetic, S'alkrie thought of it as a masterpiece, but as she grows it'll become a pain.

Inhaling the fresh air the girl would bound of and play in the snow, burying her nose inches deep within it and scooping it aside. At the age she is, the most simplest things become her most amusing and treasuring moments. After half an hour flew by S'alkrie would peak up and look at the large rocks in the middle. A grin would peal against her rosy lips and she'd bound forward to them, determined to reach the top. A soft, low howl would seep past her maw as her crown would anker back. It was times like this she had to use her imagination in the hopes she wont grow bored. " im the fairest queen of them all!" A giggle would disturb the silence, it seemed as though she where talking to herself, and well- perhaps she was.