Moonspear the devil at your door

The stout she-wolf was lounging across a small outcrop of rock overlooking the valley to the east.
She had been steadily watching the moon climb atop the sky. A rich yellow eye to watch all the world toil beneath her. 

Senua did not know how long she lay there watching, but a howl interrupted the quiet chatter of the night fauna. She was a bit too far to make out what she saying, but the voice was also foreign to her. As was most of the pack's while Senua integrated herself. So she lay there patiently for any further calls to reach her. 

Then another howl ripped through the air after the second faded away. It was a rallying cry from her Alpha. "Yes..." She hissed, a wicked grin splitting her maw. The promise of battle punctuating his aria. And with it the thrum of anticipation buzzed beneath her pelt. Making her senses sharper, cleaner. 

The she wolf lurched to her feet, rolling her built shoulders loosely. Her cropped tail slashing the air like an agitated panther. She moved quickly through the craggy outcrop, intent on steadily moving towards the rich call of Dirge. 

She did not know what foe they would meet. But as she did with any adversary in the past, she would meet them with courage. Her heartbeat played a loud drumbeat in her chest. Without falter and ready for violence.