Horizon Ridge what's left of death is more than fear

The alabaster imp slunk along an expanse of exposed terrain that smelled of many stories, as did much of the other surrounding landscapes. Intrigued she was, for the curious mysteries of life were the flame to her moth. Many times her wings were singed, but never was her lesson learned. Such was the power of the she-wolf's nature- with traits engraved in stone. It was a short time of walking the plateau before she encountered a glowering beast. Starlet trotted nonchalant, neutral-bodied, until she was within a few dozen feet. She eyed the other up and down, wondering if what she saw was wolf or coyote, or something completely new. The off coloration between the other canine's head and body distracted her, and confusion showed upon her face like an exclamation mark. She called out in a rather strident, straightforward tone, "What and who the hell are you, and why do you look so pissed off?" as if it was her personal business to know.