Arietta sniffed the crisp, cold air in hopes to catch the scent of prey. Winter had descended upon the land far faster than she had expected, and truthfully Arietta wasn't at all ready for the cold. Her body felt a bit numbed by the cold when she went out... which was becoming more and more often since she was having a hard time finding prey. She knew that she had to find somewhere to settle down. The thought of being part of a pack had never crossed the young wolfess' mind before... especially once she started to see how wolves could truly be. But the thought of not finding a pack was worse still. If she found one that had kinder ideals then... maybe joining a pack wouldn't be so bad. But Arietta worried about meeting an evil wolf face to face. If she was alone there was little chance that she would be able to protect herself from them. She certainly wasn't a fighter... and probably never would be. Arietta let out a soft sigh as she looked around. The fields seemed to be abandoned. A cold, lonely feeling crept into Arietta's heart, and, before she thought better of it, she raised her muzzle to the sky and let out a long, saddened howl. Speech,

She was the wicked witch that loved the princesses, that promised that their intentions were fair and just and out of the love that festered in their heart chasms. And to the naked eye, one would not compromise Karmen's beauty for malice: she had golden locks of hair and sparkling green eyes and the tip of her slender maw was a peachy-toned nose. Karmen, no, not her, could possibly be malevolent. Yet, as she wandered the Northern lands, she stumbled across an item of desire, a small yearling all alone in the blistering cold. They had things in common, both women were of shorter stature, lithe and delicate like woodland faeries. But the russet female was shy and rather timid, bow-legged like a newborn fawn. Karmen tilted her head in observation, her lips curling into a devious simper. She approached quietly, her head elevated to show authority, but those eyes - usually rimmed with deceit and detest, were soft and charming. ?You poor thing, it isn't safe for a girl so young like you to be alone in the world.? Her words were soft and tender, rich and convincing, tip-toeing into her comfort zone so that the stranger could learn that Karmen was to be trusted. Granted, they were only a year or so apart, but it was obvious that Karmen had more experience. The younger was naive, unaware of the things the world had to offer, and Karmen was here to educate, to invite her into the confines of a warmer, much more mothering environment.