the reaper is not grim

The land from whence she had come was a distance from here, but the traveling was no bother. She came the Mountains and stopped at the sight of a River. First and foremost, Razorback was a wolf. She needed but one thing to be complete: a pack. The agouti wolf had found one, and made her way into it with no difficulty. Razorback had much to offer, and was a wolf whose loyalty lasted up until her leaders last breath.

She had been warned about the packs in which to beware of. And beware she would. For now, Razorback was focused on integrating herself into the land. It might not be theirs for much longer, but she would be a part of it so long as it was. Near the borders, Razorback moved to roll her body in the earth so that her scent would be another warning to those that thought it wise to come too close. And she was a reaper that felt no misery in performing her duties.