Arrow Lake fleece as white as snow

With the responsibility to lead the next larger hunt, the pallid creature moved with lissome purpose, her nose quivering with the teasing delight of the sheep that crested their home. The tracks that printed the snow spoke of ungulates, though the pale she-wolf could not determine what it was she currently stalked—only that it was a likely prospect to bring food to the mouths of her companions.

Gleaming jade eyes fell upon the pale coat of a woman unknown to her, though Ketzia remained unalarmed by her presence. She was of Diaspora—Mahler and Thorn’s scent deemed it so, and as she quickened her pace, slender limbs losing the pace of languid thought, she uttered a low croon to gain the attention of her comrade.