Sunspire Mountains Return Of The White Wolf

Ezimette walked into the lair, her paw pads making a faint sound on the ground. Her green eyes glittered. Finally, she had returned. Her thin malnourished coat had grown thicker and her posture was better. She had a new aura about her, something more powerful and a bit less pessimistic. Her long legs carried her quickly as she strode in. The rich peach in her coat was darkened in the faint light. Her ears twitched and her tail swished, where were the others? Her nose twitched, searching for any scents out of place, but nothing appeared.Her long sleek body laid down with a thump, sending small clouds of dust into the air. She would wait here for them. Her paws curled a bit. She stretched her neck out. Ezimette had needed to find herself before she joined the pack. She had taken her time now and was ready to rejoin. It felt wonderful to be back. How perfect it was to be back in familiar territory, and not looking like a scrap of white fur. She felt more presentable, more powerful, better for pack life.It would be sublime to see Jolon, the male, and Asterr, the dragon. She had a fate with them as her pack, a fate bond that she was totally concentrated on. Her fate bond with the dog mother she had met had been the strongest, up until now. Now she was here, and ready for the start of her new life.