give my heart a place to rest

Something dangerous, most definitely. The white monster prowled the forest, not only patrolling the borders but at times, the interior hiding spots as well. Their borders spanned many miles and if a pest was to slip through, she would find and dispatch them with no thought,  no remorse. The Beta of the Spine was not a forgiving creature, much less an understanding one. Her world was kill or be killed, black and white, Spine — Tartok — or those outside of it. 

The scent she picked up was mostly unknown, the scent of Tonravik faintly mixed in. A new underling, surely, as there were no outsiders that would ever be introduced to the layout of the Spine's interior ( or any Tartok territory for that matter). She drifted that way, making no move to be silent, her paws heavy upon the forest floor. Her eyes would be visible first, gold and fierce in the gloom of the forest, and her pale fur after. 

She knew that Tonravik was near but yet stared at the newcomer, his loyalty and usefulness to the pack not yet proved. It didn't need to be said that she looked down upon him; that much was evident in the way her tail was raised and her posture stiff and unkind. Even so, her gaze averted for a moment, chuffing to the pregnant leader, a brief greeting. Her gaze came back to the male, wondering where in the hell he'd crawled out of. Why? Well, he looked like shit.