Porcupine Ridge And when she speaks..?

Idk, maybe @The Wolf or @Taggarik

The doberman wolf mix stood in absolute silence, her brindle pelt standing out against the melting snow. Her bi-color red and silver eyes  grazed the land. Her dark face made her look eerie as she stood like a mountain. Tall, still,solemn, yet so much going on inside. Her bobbed tail flicked, the only thing that proved she was not a dummy or statue. She was 300 meters from the border, and had been lurking for a few days. She still wasn't sure if she would be making the right choice if she decided to join, so she did not howl for wolves, but let them come on their own accords.

Flora's thoughts chased each other like pups playing a game of tag. Once was tagged, the other returned the favor. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and...on and on. She sat, still massive in stature. Her tall figure cast shadows over the ground. A single purple wildflower had sprung up. She stared at it intently. As if she were a gentle giant, she bent down and her nose lightly grazed the flower. With a blink,the female had settled down next to the flower and laid her head on her paws. A purple wildflower, her lucky sign. Maybe it was time...