Cold Season

She could smell the cold and bitter taste of the male wolf whom she had seen a couple of months ago. When he began to speak, she gave him a small glare. "No, I am only here just to rest, and then I'm going to some other lands and meet new wolves." Her glare would subside as her ebony pelt whipped around in the wind. The smell of oak and cold continued to fill her nose, but she was used to the burning sensation. The ebony woman placed her paws upon her forepaws and huffed a sigh, a cloud of mist forming from her nose as it soon evaporated into the atmosphere. Her emerald gaze shifted to the brutes, but they soon came to look at the night sky as it sure was beautiful tonight.

"I know you think i am too kind, but i wasn't always like this." She spoke in truth and looked away from the one she had known as Sin.

OOC: sorry about the short post, using my school's computer.