Wide paws made an impression in the fine, blood stained dirt and lifted free. Onyx orbs bore out into the battle kissed arena with something akin to curiosity. The irony scent of blood infected her nose, some old, some new and tainted her with disgust. The overwhelming stench of wolves and death drenched this area. This was not a place of rest and prosperity, no matter how serine it might deceptively seem. This was a place to die, for corpses to rot and waist away into the earth... and Harlequin found it fascinating.

Her thick fur, stood up in an exuberant mohawk that followed the ridge of her spine, the stripes upon her coat were deceiving, making her appear more muscular and taller than she actually was. Thick musculature rippled beneath her flesh and her body swayed from side to side as she maneuvered through the empty fields of blood. A smile drifted across her maw at the thought of that Talutah bitch meeting her end here. Harlequin was only sad that she had not been the one to tear her trachea from its roots. It would have been nice to final silence that wretches tongue.

She approached the stagnant pool of water and lowered her heavy set maw, drinking greedily from the pool. She lifted her head, water pouring from her chin as the scent of wolf reached her nostrils. She wasn't sure if she ever wanted to become a part of another pack, Talutah had taught her that the species was in fact insane and rather unstable, but that didn't mean she had to be cruel, she was raised better than that, she would be respectfully kind until given a reason not to be.

Such silence gripped this land, the soft grass muffling any noise that her paws may have dared to make. The beast moved at a slow lumber, shoulders rolling languidly to absorb the shock as her massive paws pressed heavily against the snow and sunk deeply into the soft powder. It wasn?t especially cold here temperature wise, though there was a bit of a wind to bite at her exposed scars and still healing wounds on her face, neck and ribs. It ruffled the thick ruff insulating her neck and she shook her head against the slight tickle, shoulders rolling against the feeling. Torn and frayed ears were kept pinned to her skull to keep the rips warm but there was nothing she could do to block the scarring on her face from the bite of the wind.

She worked her jaw slightly, trying to get her mouth a bit warmed by working the muscles. Though some of her scars had new hair growth over top of them, white and silver hairs covering them from the cold, most remained uncovered and the wind bit into them unpleasantly. As much as she tried to ignore the feeling of the chilly wind dancing against her flesh, trailing icy fingers over her scars, she couldn?t block it out. Her mind a was a whirl, trying to distract herself, figure everything out but she couldn?t, she could only focus on how uncomfortable the chill felt that was creeping through her.

She walked with no true purpose other then to walk. Things were back to the way that they should be; Newt had gotten her her pack back and now was the time to figure everything out. She had named herself heir, she would get Newt to say it but Zara was the one who was doing the planning. She would name Snap a beta and maybe Rook after their fight if she could convince her to stay. Khaos, Brina and Lux were there for her as well so they needed to higher ranks as well. But she could talk to them about it. Drama drama drama? A smile twitched up the edges of her lips and she chuckled as she lifted her head.

In the distance she noticed a figure, one built up of fur ridging the edge of her spine. Head tipped curiously as she moved towards the shape. She turned towards the shape and allowed her paws to carry her towards the figure. ?Hello, what brings you here?? she asked as she approached, colorless eyes studying the female as she came to a halt a little ways off. Such an interesting pattern?She was quite stunning in her own way, the mohawk lining her spine making her look much larger then she truly was. Not to say that she was small, those jaws looked like they could do some serious damage. She would do well in Lentajin if Zara could convince her to come back to the lands with her.

Harlequin was not a push over, not by any means necessary. She was on the smaller side compared to many wolves that roamed these lands, but what she lacked in height she made up with thick, brawny muscle in spades. Her jaws contained enough power to drag down a horse, a zebra, a gazelle, her body was built for furious bursts of speed and a fatal chomp. Her teeth were thick enough to rip through the toughest of tendons and to shatter bone. She was a built killer, made to take down things much larger than herself and that was her advantage. In a world of wolves it was her only upper hand. It was why she had chosen to leave Talutah. She would not be treated like some mistaken vagabond. She could throw her considerable power around when she needed too and it had been oh so tempting.

Onyx orbs peered out from her boxy skull, glaring out at the blood stained battlefield about her. The cold did not bother her, nor did the heat, the African Plains were wickedly burning during the day and frigidly cold during the night and while she had never lain a paw on her old terrain, she had the genetics to survive it. Thermoregulation was a wondrous thing. Her eyes saw everything, each and every subtle twitch of a blade of grass. Her bizarre coat pattern made it impossible for her to hide, not that she wished too. She had no desire to cower amongst the trees, she was done playing nice. If someone wished to challenge her, she would welcome it with a loving embrace. They would know the damage a hyena could bring.

The wolf that emerged into her view was obviously a hardened warrior herself. Thick scars criss-crossed her maw and rippled along her body. She had seen her own fair share of war and battle and if the fresh tang of blood was any indication she was still injured. She was bold to come to a place so vile. The hyena watched, onyx orbs never leaving the dame as she approached. She did not growl but she did not cower either, merely observed. She knew she was odd, from her muscular frame, to the more boxy set of her jaw to the stripes that adorned her coat... here, she demanded attention whether she wanted too or not.

Her words reached her, low and in a drawl and the creature tilted her head up to the heavens, observing the skies above for only a moment. What was she doing here? She inhaled sharply, her fur shivering slightly as her muscles spasmed beneath her thick coat.

Wandering I suppose. It's much easier to survive if you keep moving." She had a deep baritone rumble for a voice. Her dark eyes returned to the woman before her and she cocked her head to the side. She smelled vaguely familiar, perhaps she had belonged to one of the packs back on that sweltering spit of a volcano. "And yourself?"

She waited and after a long bout of silence from the dame, took her leave, she had better things to do than deal with wolves too terrified to speak.

-exit Harlequin-