Horizon Ridge Her feet are on the ground

Fabienne was halfway to adult hood. A long, thin rangy wolf with wild eyes and an even wildier temperment. Her soul screamed with feral energy and she bid the world try and damper it. It couldn't. It wouldn't and she knew this. 

This day found her ranging along the nearby ridge. Nosing at rocks and dirt. Taking in the world that was hers. There were few around. English was not her first language, not any language really. She made her needs known in the way she took her prey. Her desires were expressed as she danced along shores. She was an enigma and she was happy to live the world between fire and ice.