Iktome Plains ken without a barbie

There was no reason for this vendetta. None at all. She only sought to strike fear into the hearts of others and to gain her own famous reputation as a wolf best avoided. And to teach wolves to keep to their packs. There was only strength in numbers for them against her.

Wednesday had scavenged a decent meal from 'yotes who had scavenged from a pack that had hunted in the Wilds, and left their meal alone afterward. Sated, only her bloodlust was left to be slaked. For one of Donnelaith that had seen her that day, or had been told of, she would not be difficult to recognize. She'd never forget their scent, not when they had daughters she desired. Lashers handsome snarling visage had left a lasting impression; his daughters ought to be the most beautiful beings! And they were for Erz.

She prowled among the snowy plains, her eye upon the sulking Casmir. Lengthening her stride, she tilted her head and noted his glum visage. Why so serious, hmm? Her head squared itself between her shoulders, defensive but not aggressive as she wondered at his reaction toward her. Was she a known woman yet? A wanted one?

Well, if not, she would make herself one this day.