Fox's Glade It's a circus everybody! *back-flips badly*

polaris had been spending more and more time within the glade's verdant embrace, scoping it out and trying to envision this as home. and it was pleasantly easy to picture a place budding with such allure as ones domain; to the thickly forested border encircling them, stalwart trees providing an everlasting supply of sentries to the meadowed glade itself, humming with life and basking like an emerald gem in the sun's fervent kisses. and of course the scintillating stream running along with its merry babbling, it was utterly eden-esque. the difficult part, however, was truly imagining her leading a pack here. that the silence dancing languidly with the murmuring of nature could be replaced by the bustle and chatter of wolves choosing to follow her? it all seemed dazingly surreal and more than once she'd caught herself wondering was this just a foolish, childish whim. but oh she needed to be able to do something about the ruffians infiltrating the teekons and thinking they could just stomp everyone else into the dirt; would she find like minded wolves that would agree with her drive to become soldiers of the light? to become the biggest pain in the ass these mongrels had ever dealt with? 

were it not for the mesmerizing way in which the sun grabbed at the stranger's honey silk gown, polaris may have failed to notice her altogether with such fervent reveries. but as it was, it would take one unfortunate enough to be completely robbed of sight not to catch sight of such beauty. it truly was as if the girl were a child of the eternal sun herself, crafted from the inferno and delivered to the earth to represent such power in a mortal body. she was beautiful. what sort of coincidence would grant her a being forged by the fingers of light mere seconds after her own restless wondering about finding those that would stand up for what illuminated the dark. utterly enraptured by sight alone, the dove shivers as her lissom figure steals forth with an energetic "hey!" and even her eyes of such polished lustre witheld burning fire, a true golden goddess. plume sways at her heels, head tilting as she lilts "i haven't seen you around here before, are you a wanderer?" for she was adorned only with the scents of the earth and her frisky air.