The Heartwood re-restart

Cyclone was greeted by one of the oddest looking wolves she'd ever seen (and she'd seen plenty of weirdos). She blinked at him a few times, then decided that she might as well see if he was worthy of her presence. Sup? I'm Cyclone. And just like that, the very short week—or had it been two?—that she went by her birth name was over. She was back to her usual fucking-shit-up self. Cyclone would be loyal to nobody but herself from now until the end of time. Nobody had ever given her a reason to be loyal, except perhaps Tantalus and Grayson for a short while.

She sniffed in his direction, trying to figure out if he was with a pack or not. Thankfully, she'd gotten plenty of practice recruiting while she'd been living at the glacier. It was too bad those wolves she'd sent back probably wouldn't ever see her again. Or maybe it wasn't too bad. They'd agreed to go to a barren glacier. Looking back, Cyclone wondered why she'd thought that was a good idea at all.