Things Do Not Change, We Change...

The alabaster female made her way along the ridge, her soft steeps carrying her along the terrain with an ease of confidence. She had ventured from this land a great many months ago, and was enjoying her roaming. However Enya, thought she might as well see what had become of the pack that she had called home for a short period of time. She would not raise her maw to the sky, knowing that her departure had been sudden and perhaps a little rebellious on her part. Her title as slave had been anything but helpful, but she had had a spot within this family once.

Instead she reached for the scent that marked the edge of the territory, noticing new scents and a lack of the few that she had know. Enya continued along the ridge, her coat piercing against the white snow, as if the cold weather had enhanced her already gracefully form. She was comfortable in the cold of the snow, and it was evident in her leisurely pace.