fail you to the core

Spectra had spend her time meeting and greeting fellow pack mates but also adventuring outside the borders with a thirst for the bigger world on the outside. To see, to feel and to experience. She enjoyed to learn more about the other packs and the relationships; it was part to learn more about her skills and traits for she desired to be an outrider. Sticking only to the borders and boundaries of her own pack wasn't an option; she was a worldly traveler with a home base. Strangely, that's how she liked it the most for now.

Back from her journey and home again, she fell her weary paws move across the borders though like Ragnar, she was alerted and disgusted by a stranger's scent. Someone else had pissed upon their borders and by instinct alone it raised a fury. The thick hairs in her neck began to sharpen like little spikes, giving off a lion-like impression. Slowly, a growl passed from her leathery lips as it appeared that they had unwanted stragglers at the borders who was or were playing a game of trick-or-treat. A foolish wolf could even end up dead with such a dangerous came it could appear like Russian roulette.

But there was more that the midnight-painted female wanted to share with the pair as she stumbled across their scents. Not only was she keen on meeting Ragnar and hoping to get an outrider assignment, at the same time she had to share something that she remembered when first meeting Thistle Cloud. After all, there was someone she met. "Hey guys!" Spectra said casually as she approached, through at the same time with a respectful posture. "I met him, I met this Óðinn wolf." And he was really hot! She thought privately inside her thoughts as her leathery lips turned into a roguish smirk.