After a well-deserved meal, the pale yearling crossed the borders of the Spine for the first time over the past few weeks. She had been tending the borders like a maniac, keeping herself inside the walls of the Ouroboros in hopes her presence would serve to ease old tensions.

She would've continued to stick within the borders if it weren't for the strange cramps that stretched across her lower abdomen and the even more unusual drive to go out of her usual routine and come across other wolves. She began to trot along the edge of the river and deeper into the flatlands.

All the trees that had once been filled with lush layers of green and then orange now stood fragile and naked, it was an incredible change of nature she was not yet accostumed to -- though it was little when compared to the very novelty mother nature had poured on her overnight. Without knowing so, the young female was beginning to transition from a lady into a blooming woman.

And though she had not noticed it, or thought much of it, it was higly likely the hormonal coctail expelled in the form of phermones would not go unnoticed by the men in the area.

What had driven her to venture outside the safety of the Spine's craddling arms was still not clear in her mind; but then again nothing was. Her second rise and fall had been so abrupt she still found it hard to swallow and even harder to accept. While she had set her mind to more personal buisness, she still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something out there missing.

Small ripples of fire licked her abdomen, making her blow out air out of her nostrils and curl her lip in a pained expression. She was still unaware she had been spotted, oblivious to the male that happened to see her walk by until he gave a little greeting bark to make her turn her head.

But he did more than just that.
In the strange shade of the Plateu and its leaf-less trees, the male looked awfully familiar to someone she knew, and had hoped to see for a while now. With a shocked gasp, the yealing's body tensed up, a mixture of happiness and anger flooding her veins. She lifted her tail over her back, and trotted directly towards him like a steam train that had escaped from the railway. Her face was a strange contorsiom between a smile and a frown, that would not only be confusing for him but for her hormone-crazed mind.

But like any runaway locomotive she soon came to a violent stop. Her eyes traced across his features, settling on his eyes that to her dismay were not white. He was not the guy she was looking for, and while it shouldn't have saddened as much as it did, she found her spirits dropping slowly to the bottomless pit of her chest.

The friction between her pawss and the dusty floor created tire-like marks on the floor. She was about to collide with a total stranger who she have thought to be her long lost prince. With a brusque jerk of her head the female looked away, feeling suddenly ashamed, not only for almost crashing into his arms but for getting so excited at the idea of running into 'him'.

Finally she snapped her pale yellow orbs back to him, expecting a confused snarl in the man's face or a mocking smirk that would show her just how stupid she had looked. But instead of any of it, she found her own confusion reflected onto his features, as if she were looking at some kind of mirror. With a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she thanked him silently for being a good sport; the last thing she needed was to be laughed at.

"No, I mean -- you're fine, just- " she barked, the last part blubbling from her mouth without her even realizing it. "You look awfully similar to someone I knew she explained, trying to hide the fiery embarrassment burning underneath her skin beneath a careless slump of her shoulders accompanied by a quick lash of her tail.

She allowed his eyes to rest upon her for a few minutes, staring was the least he deserved after almost being assaulted by her. Then as he began to pick his way closer, with litte steps cautiously placed not to seem too forward but to still cut the distance between them she sviwelled her black-tipped ears in his direction, her eyes still reflecting a self-councious light in them.

Cara was unsure of what the purpose of his question was, after the confusing scene they had played out she figured it was his right to pry, but not her obligation to give him the answers he seeked for. "A someone I was looking for " she barked simply, not wanting to begin to flush out her frustrations on the almost-Keith guy; who was very much unlike-Keith when it came to accepting accidental compliments.

"I see a lot of you, apparently" she chimed after his remark; though this had been the first time in a long time she had seen a glimpse of a wolf sporting such peculiar white coat she had to recognize she had a certain weakness for them.

At this point, Cara's cramps had escalated to the point she felt her whole lower abdomen wrapped in some type of piercing material, a barbed wire that did not let the blossoming female face the man when pronouncing her own name. "I'M Cara, from the uh-" cramp, "Ouroboros Spine" she finished, bringing her pale orbs to meet his own, a pained expression veiled underneath her iris.
Lucky, he was born a man..

Relieved at the satisfaction her lame answer brought to him, she allowed her muscles to relax, he was not a prying wolf -- which was both a relief and a shame. She would've wanted to get information out of him, but at the same time she wouldn't want to risk having him leak out information from her.

Like him, Cara also shared some Artic ancestry. Her mother, just a faint ghost in her memory had also sported a perfectly immaculate coat, that could be seen through glimpses of Cara's coat which had also been adorned with her father's tenously drawn markings above her face and upper back."Actually to be honest, I've just seen like three or four like you" she barked with a slightly amused smile curving her lips. Jinx, Lecter, Keith and Ragnar.

."New huh?" she mused, suddenly cupping her ears in his direction, ."The pack I come from -- Where I live and hope to die is called Ouroboros Spine" she explained, feeling a rush of pride shoot through her chest as she spoke of her home.

Cara listened idly to the Keith's look-alike words, her ears swivelling lazily on her head as she debated whether to stay and chat for a while more or to get back to the Spine before Mordecai mistook her absence as abandonment.
She didn't want that -- nor she needed it.

She bobbed her head in response when asked if she liked the Spine. To be honest like was too soft of a word to describe what she felt for her dear pack. Even with Jinx and Lecter gone, and Mordecai at the throne she loved the Spine all the same than when she had howled into the night along with her packmates to claim said grounds as their own.

Then, with a pressing urge to pee and and itching desire to go back to the mountains of her home, Cara flicked her tail anxiously, casting a long glance at the male before speaking again. "And I should now get back to it--things get hectic when I'm gone " or rather when I'm around, she thought with amusement, "Ouroboros Spine if you're ever tired of being a loner " she calledover her shoulder, as she drew her lips back to reveal a very charming smile before turning and disappearing into the fog.