Blackfeather Woods Each and every day,

A behemoth seemed to found a home within the black forest. She was approached by a large dark man, hooding a mask of white upon his face- skeletal like, she thought, but truly something else caught her interest. Red eyes. She had not seen any other wolf besides herself, carrying such a gene. It intrigued Dragoon, who had been accompanied many who disdained such a feature.

Perhaps she gazed longer then intended, before shifting back to reality.

"Hello," she greeted back, cool and composed while looking upon the man. Quietly did she take a ponder around, seeing as there was only one, and one alone. The spirit smelled nothing like borders and assumed the land to be empty, but perhaps she was wrong, "Is this your home?" the mercenary inquired.