Kintla Flatlands the sun has blinded me

Her light frame moved quietly through these new lands, willing to explore what was out here. Donna realized that she must have been in some sort of nature park like hers back home. Wolves were abundant and so were their packs. Not that she cared about pack borders that much. She was Donna after all, not just name, it was a title for being so awesome and just her. Her tail was held up proudly as she calmly walked past a river. Donna was fine on her own, she was an Iberian wolf. A smaller subspecies of the Eurasian Wolf. She hadn't seen much of those in these woods. Her mother told her that she was different at least, they were from another continent, apparently. Donna wasn't really interested in her background. She escaped the breeding program and ventured out on her own.

The small female thanked her amazing survival skills. Being a lone wolf for the last two years made her learn so much more about the world. Even though her kind would live in small packs, she sometimes did miss her siblings. They fancied having a family of their own. Pups were great, but with someone else as their mother. Donna's golden eyes turned to a scent that just crossed in front of her nose. She turned into the direction the scent seemed to be going, away from the river. The female didn't know why she was intrigued by it. For now it spiked her interest. Her small paws followed the trail until she would find the wolf at the end of it. Donna wasn't one to creep closer, her awesome presence was to be known and realized by others. Her hips having a bit of a sway as she walked. "So stranger, care to entertain me with a story?," she voiced when she saw the male. An exciting glint in her eyes when she approached him.