Silver and Red

indent The hackles on the she-wolf rose as she sniffed the air. Roia stood, weary of the scent, and contemplation contorted her features. Too long, too long had she wandered as a kerl and now the aspect of confronting a pack was daunting. Roia's red and silver pelt seemed a bit dull as light caught her form and the drappa winced a little as her newly scarred hocks pained her. Throwing up a dirty muzzle, Roia let out a long howl that rose above the trees in a haunting melody. 

indent Sighing, the drappa lay down in wait for her greeters. Irritation spread through her as she examined her legs and paws. They were filthy. Without pack members to remind her about the responsibilities of a wolf such as grooming, Roia had completely let her appearance waste away. Determined not to appear weak, the she-wolf stood and padded back along a few yards to a small pool she had passed earlier. The female's ears flipped back and her muzzle drew into a snarl of disgust. Her once proud features had withered away and looked gaunt. Silver eyes sunken, once brilliant fur appeared dull and disheveled. Stepping into the cool water, Roia sighed in relief as her hocks found the liquid and began grooming.