The fresh fallen snow was almost like a wake up call to the girl, her gaze of amethyst and gold locked on the monotone of grey that the sky was. Snow fell heavily at this point, little white specks of dust clinging to her creme hued coat. She slowly paced through the blanket of white to the familiarity of The Wolfpaw Lake, an almost sacred landmark within the lands of Alacritis. On the inside, deep down inside her destructed soul, she still wanted to rule. Wanted to be the Queen, or at least rule by someone's side.. Hell, what was she thinking? It was they. They who weren't worthy of such a high presence beside them. She was a Queen at heart, she deserved the throne. Not beg for it. How pathetic those other creatures had been, thinking they were even the slightest bit worthy for the Queen's presence, much less her ruling. A snarl would escape her obsidian lips, the ivory woman sinking upon her haunches at the face of the frozen lake, staring at her reflection with a hint of anticipation.

Winter has fallen upon him quicker than he thought. The brutal time of year when food was low, shelter was hard to find, and packs seemed to be more on edge about loners coming close to their borders. His ebony tipped paws crunched with each step he took on the fresh layer of snow that covered the frosted earth below him. His warm digits flickered in search for a place to rest for a minute, something out of the bitter wind and maybe to hide until the wind died down or to rest his tired body. But when his digits landed on a light colored figure off in the distance, he muscles moved without his command towards the figure.
 
Without a second thought that she was with a pack or mate, Mav spoke when he was within hearing distance. His voice friendly yet confused. “Are you alright my dear?” The ebony headed canine held a solid stance when he came to a stop to her left, expression puzzled to why the female seemed angry at her reflection. “Are you hurt?” It was not abnormal for the male to approach a random female, but to foolhardily go up to a lone wolf without being sure they were alone or not threatening was not a normal Maverick move. “Do you need help or something?”

Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care The sound of paw steps would interrupt her silenced peace, the Queen lifting her topaz and amethyst audits to a large male, who was colored in a soft, almost murky yellow brown, a dark ebony, and then a bright ivory, his symphony of colors definitely something interesting. "Are you alright, my dear?" He would call out to her, ivory ears perking up at him. Dear. She wasn't used to the literal greeting, but it was nice to know he had manners. "I'm fine, thank you." She would say once he was done speaking, answering to all of the questions he had asked. The pale woman would huff a sigh, watching him closely with slightly narrowed eyes. Her body was tensed the slightest to jump at any point if needed attack of self defense. Just because he had greeted her kindly, didn't mean he couldn't snap. She didn't smell the scent of a pack rubbed up against this male, the freedom unlike a caged bird. She was a loner herself, but at least she kept good condition of her looks, unlike the male who's coat wasn't in the best condition. "Who are you?" She would ask him in a soft tone, watching him closely. So I keep doing my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain