Broken Crown

Welcome! Reading your reply makes me think how funny it would actually be if Týrr would think of her being a blood witch. Haha.

Before her came a dark colored wolf. He wasn't pure black by what she could see of it. Not that it mattered if one was fully black or not. Her red eyes fell into his blue ones. A contrast of cold and warm. Is it really what they say about eyes? That they reflect one's soul by color. It could be. Scarlett did not have a spiritual mindset to figure it out. But if one could judge them by their actions and thoughts it might be true after all. The warm hearted female wagged her tail in a gentle manner. She always greeted other wolves with politeness and courtesy, or well, she tried too. Some wolves were unreasonable. This one across from her seemed polite enough.

"Well hello Týrr," her soft voice returned. "I am afraid that I am not familiar with your full name," she pointed out afterwards. She always felt uncertain if a wolf told them their full name. She never had a full name. She was just 'Scarlett' or how her family preferred to call her; 'Monster'. The albino also had not a great knowledge of family linages or family names that came from it. For now she had to do with what she did know. Scarlett was gaining more confidence. She knew a lot but not so much about that part. She had strength in other things.

"Are you just passing through on your travels or are you trying to settle here?," she wondered. Her nose had informed her that there wasn't a scent of a pack on him. She immediately felt some compassion for him. When she was alone she craved the contact of any wolf to be honest. Even being ignored wasn't as bad as being totally alone. At least that was how Scarlett thought of it.