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Up ahead, a single figure cut a silhouette against the snow. In Cyclone's mind, she was already crafting ways to weasel her way into this wolf's life and ruin somebody else's life in the process (either his or her own). It wasn't that she really tried, it just sort of happened whenever she stuck around long enough to make any kind of impact. And sure, she could have changed her ways, but where was the fun in that? Cyclone enjoyed living up to her name, wrecking everything in her path and going along for the ride.

"Hey cutie," she crooned with a wag of her tail. Four white stalkings blended in easily with the snow, but every other inch of her was a dark grey. Her approach was as easy and carefree as it had always been, and her eyes were soft and welcoming. She had played this part so many times she'd lost count. "You out here all alone?" she asked, feigning astonishment. Wasn't she out here all alone, too?