IT IS AS THEY SAY

Well, well, well. She was finally here. On Alacritis. She heard of the fabled land in her own homelands, in whispers and rumors. It was a wonderous land, free of most terrors where wolves ruled. It was a paradise, some said, but the path to it was treacherous. Others said it was a living hell, and once you go you can never leave. Some were right, and some were wrong, Rixva thought. It is indeed beautiful, even in the north. And there are many packs. But there are still terrors. Here she smiled to herself, pointed canines flashing. She herself was a terror. It was a difficult journey, yes, but no paradise, not a living hell, and she most certainly could leave if she felt like it.

The black and white female shook herself out of her thoughts and slunk forward, weaving around the massive trunks of the redwood. Perhaps she would dwell here, somewhere in this forest. For the time being, of course. Only long enough to equate herself with the surrounding land, perhaps... have a little fun with the inhabitants. Find someone to sell herself to. Amber and green eyes gleamed at the prospect, a sly smile appearing on her face as she breathed in. The scents of wolves were all around her. Through the territory she already traversed, she had scented even more. This land was well populated, and soon enough she would be ready to go among them.