Shadow Mountain Grand prize winner

The svelte night wraith had been idly scouring the heights of the dark mountain when Nikan's call rose on the wind, causing her sleek black ears to cup forward in curiousity. Nikan frequently called, so she was not surprised by the sudden summon, and her intentions were much the same as they always were, but she was intrigued by why he wished for her presence this time. Another wolf he had brought to her domain, perhaps? 

The sun was beginning to set upon the horizon, painting the sky a canvas of deep orange, with beams of golden light illuminating the enchanting face of the Nightstalker as she began to prowl toward the source of the howl. It was a chilly evening, with a bitter breeze like ice to pierce the skin of any travelling through, but it did not bother Kelina. Her paws were light atop the rapidly melting snow, drifting across the ground swiftly like the cursed shadow she was known to be.

At last she emerged from the shade of trees like a panther stalking their prey, violet gaze glinting in the darkening surroundings. "Skullchaser." The familiar greeting fell from her inky lips smoothly, a word she had often said over the last month. Her eyes wandered to the figure at the scarred man's side, and her brow quirked upward - so, he had brought her another? Maybe that was this pretty girl's purpose here. If she was to be a recruit, she needed some kind of skill. The Nightstalker would not allow her to be among their ranks if she was useless (unless of course she was to be a toy, like Ryple or Maheegan had been).