Firefly Ravine Leaving no stone unturned.

She was sitting by the stream, enjoying the early morning air when she was interrupted by a high, tentative voice. She turned to face it, finding that it belonged to the oddest little wolf she had ever seen.

It was a child, undoubtedly so. She had wavy fur that was longer than most wolves and not as coarse. It was patterned a reddish hue mixed with white. She had floppy little ears and two different colored eyes, one being blue and the other brown. She was an odd looking one, but beautiful none the less and unique too.

Dura rose to her full height, padding over to the pup. She moved in to smell her, not realizing how intimidating she might seem to the young girl. 

Her fur was dark as night and her body was toughened in the ways that being a loner made one. She was muscle and strength embodied. Her body was crisscrossed with scars, some visible as hair had never grown back over them. There was a particular one that went across her face just missing her left eye.

It was entirely possible that she had terrified the poor pup, but she wasn't aware of it. Her yellow eyes sparkled with kindness and intrigue in the little one. "Hello." She sat back after familiarizing herself with the girl's scent, cocking her head to the side as she waited for a response from the puppy.