decisions have been made

The small red brown and ivory female made her way to the other side of the Kennocha lake, grey paws in a slow slish slosh movement in the snow. The female had always enjoyed the snow, it was what she had been born in. Her crown drooped a bit as shoulders rolled forward, grey paws still dragging. It was peaceful here, but it was also very lonely without her mate Dayton. But, that's right.. He wanted to become a hunter. And she was fine with that, her decisions on dealing with new wolves. A smile escaped her lips, the thought of Dayton still in her mind.

Suddenly, all thoughts were pushed away as an unpleasant aroma filled her nostrils. She would shake her head a bit, trying to ignore the smell. A black wolf would be sitting at the Kennocha lake borders.

Shit, shit, shit, Misha thought to herself, beginning to look around. What was she going to do? No, now it was time to prove herself to Roman, Qanik, and Tortuga. So, the fae walked over to the unpleasant smelling male, a smile appearing on her lips. "Hello, I am Misha, a fellow pack member of Tortuga," she said, looking at the stranger. "What brings you here?" She would ask, blue grey gaze looking over him.