Snow White.

Russet fur would stand out against the snow like fire, slinking elegantly along the ridges until finally reaching Wolfpaw lake. Her crown tilted down towards the icy waters, her ebony ears swiveling backwards at the sudden sound of crunching snow. Tilting her small crown to the side to peer at the approaching alabaster wolf. The wolf seemed unaware of her presence as she simply drank from the lake. Cyan eyes peered at the ivory dame, awaiting her to notice the russet femme. She wondered if this femme would be like the last she had encountered. She doubted it.

A soft smile appeared on her inky lips, pushing away her seductive and flirtatious mask in place for a polite one. Maybe she would gain a new friend? "Hello?" she would question, still gazing at the white femme. Her obsidian striped tail thumped gently on the ground, maybe she could start her reign in this weird land...