Note: S'alkrie is part of glaciem, she has not yet been added onto the ranks.

Hot breath would roll from her tongue, slithering from the maw set agape, greeting the chilled winter atmosphere in the form of condensation that deceased almost as quickly as it had been manifested. S'alkrie had awoken from her deep slumber, her vision blurred for only a few moments- adjusting to the opening light of her newly dug den. It wasnt a nice feeling to wake up everyday alone, to be in a pack FULL of strangers. To have no family to greet and play with in the early morning. Standing Up on all four paws, The pale babe would shake all the specks of dust that buried deep within her fur away, before clawing out of her rather pathetic looking den. By pathetic, S'alkrie thought of it as a masterpiece, but as she grows it'll become a pain.

Inhaling the fresh air the girl would bound of and play in the snow, burying her nose inches deep within it and scooping it aside. At the age she is, the most simplest things become her most amusing and treasuring moments. After half an hour flew by S'alkrie would peak up and look at the large rocks in the middle. A grin would peal against her rosy lips and she'd bound forward to them, determined to reach the top. A soft, low howl would seep past her maw as her crown would anker back. It was times like this she had to use her imagination in the hopes she wont grow bored. " im the fairest queen of them all!" A giggle would disturb the silence, it seemed as though she where talking to herself, and well- perhaps she was.

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The great golden giant would find his paws crunching in the packed snow as he paced around the outskirts of her territory. His dear Impra had returned to him, and now all seemed right within his world. She would be out avoiding the sunlight, and he was soon to follow. He was a creature of the night and the sun was not one of his greatest allies. A low purr could be heard resonating within his chest as he slowly made his way to where he knew she would be. They would remain out of the bright light of the day and would return to the land of the living that night. Something would stop him though, the glimpse of a girl who was so much like his own pallid she wolf. Surely she was young, and new to the pack. Her fur would reflect the sun in such a way that he was almost as allured towards her as he was with the pale giantess who he claimed his own. With a such a sight he could not deny his curiosity to approach her. Massive paws would carry him to her rock, the words she would foolishly let loose reaching his sensitive ears with ease. " im the fairest queen of them all!" His deep laugh would boom from his chest as his great emerald orbs would behold her. What a foolish little pup she seemed to be. ?I believe some could disagree vith you m'dear.? His siberian dialect could be heard through his light accent. For certainly Impra was the fairest queen of them all, she just had no knowledge of it quite yet. ?I speak?