The Bracken Woods death is on the wind

The wolf's solitude was about to end. Months and months of not a single other wolf and then this.....like a ghost she appeared from thin air. At first he did not even notice her as her coloring made her blend into the winter landscape. But slowly her form took shape and he realized he was staring at another wolf. His expression did not change. His brows still furrowed in constant disdain. All at once, the great beast rose to his feet....his massive black form unfolding into a stunning sight. He shook out his thick black coat, grey hairs on his chin falling into place. His spire like ears pointed tall on top of his large head. Giant black paws gripped the rock, his clawed toes curling to grasp its rugged surface. There he stood, ominous and imposing looking down upon the frost wolf. Her eyes were as cold as the ice that clung to everything around them. Her spirit felt cold and calloused....he could relate.

This female did not seem weak, or unworthy, as he found a lot of wolves to be. She was coated with scars here and there giving others warning that she had fought, could fight, would fight.... His blood coursed with a burning sensation and a devilish grin spread across his black maw, gleaming white fangs hung from his large mouth. "Hi...she wolf." His voice was venomous, powerful and sharp. For a new place filled with unknown wolves, she was not a bad example of what this place had to offer. If there were more like her, he was in the right place. Maybe he could find some like minded beasts here after all, what an unexpected thing that would be. If so, he would be sure to use these wolves to their full potential. He didn't come here to lay low. He would be known, and he would be feared.