She walked with confidence across the sandy bridge. This place was new, untouched by many. The storm seemed to have connected twp continents that would have otherwise never met. Her silver figure crossed the beach without hesitation. Nostrils quivered inhaling the faint scent of wolves. But they weren't wolves she was familiar with. These wolves seemed to have lived her, long before the storm ever hit. A brow would lift in curiosity, so it appeared they had no been alone all these years. She continued her trek, her coral gaze sweeping across the horizon.
If there was anyone here, she wished to meet them. They had no heard a peep from these wolves all this time. Did they no challenge for kingdoms? Did they not punish the weak and undeserving? Anticipation rippled beneath her thick pelt, audits tipped forward, straining to pick up even the slightest of noises. Nostrils quivered, inhaling the foreigns around her. This new land held endless possibilities. She could extend her powerful grasp to this place, rule two continents.
