Nova Peak Capulet

The soft dawn light kissed the crimson markings of the raven-colored she-wolf. Her amber gaze was directed to and focused on the two wolves atop the looming mountain, and she stood silent as death in the cold. her tall stature and sleek body cast shadows across the ground, making her look even taller. She placed little weight on her cut paw, for she didn't want to infect the wound, much less did she want to split it back open. It was just scabbing over, but was still tender. She, at first, only saw the tan and black figure racing up the mountain, but she soon realized a large grey wolf racing towards her. Trouble...Not the she minded. She liked the taste of blood, but not innocent blood. She herself was in a vulnerable place, maybe two or three weeks away from heat, but there was no way she would not rush to battle if needed. A deep growl resounded in the depth of the woman's throat. Her scarlet and ebony fur glistened in the sunlight as her sleek muscles rippled from underneath her coat.

 She neared the base of the mountain, watching as the grey male intercepted the female in her path and her gaze hardened. Who did he think he was? The male was a large male who must believe himself to be god enough to interrupt a stranger in her journeys. He was a quite handsome wolf though, and she had respect for his battle scars.