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Snow...snow was cold, and when it mixed with mud it became an unforgiving sludge. The sludge that got in between her toes. She hated that feeling, she hated winter. The only good thing about the winter months was that a vast majority amount of prey was out and about hunting for food.

The lady kept her blue eyes tried on the ground under her, listing to the sound of her feet moving over the ground in a rhythmic pattern. The snow and mud mess made her normal light steps sound like she was about an extra 100 pounds overweight and the gracefulness of a pup. She sneered. Her normal bitter mood was so much worse today.

Her nose picked up a scent, it was strong, it was bitter..a smell of water and salt. It brought a small shimmer of calmness of feeling to the tricolored lady. She gave a shake of her head. No...she knew she was worthless to a pack, she was a killer. She could kill a pup and not have a ping of guilt. If that was what she was...she did not need to be in a pack.

Again a push hit her, a push to make her walk further, push herself harder. She snarled, baring her teeth at nothing and no one that was around her. The Sawtooth lady pushed her pink nose down, as she could feel the power around the lands. It was like an invisible force-field. The lady sat...she would sit and wait. If

sorry for the wait!

The winter had grown no milder, though the sun had graced them with her presence a little longer each day. Caiaphas was grateful, for the longer days meant spring was not far behind -- soon they would select a pair for their mating ritual, and the Sound would be bepopulate with whelps.

With these thoughts in mind the Siren Queen had ferried along the borders for any meal -- be it grub or otherwise. The cache had done well, but not well enough for the wolves to grow lazy with their stockade.

As she browsed about the pine-littered forest she fancied she heard a snarl. Instantly her hackles prickled and she foraged for the source, weaseling about like some slithering atrocity until she came upon the masked culprit. Caiaphas had never seen a wolf of her like -- and instantly announcing her displeasure with the wolf being so close to her home, Caiaphas stalked towards her assertively.

The ghost of a wolf too heard the snarl, and swiftly and silently made her way to where she thought it had come from. Caiaphas had beaten her too it, a strange colored wolf, wet and muddy. The ghost stood a little behind her queen, silently waiting to see how things would turn out.