Travellin' type of gal.

[Antonia]

Antonia muttered darkly to herself as she nimbly lept over a fallen log. She was sick of wandering, so sick of being alone. Wolves were social creatures, it was a rare one that enjoyed to prowl alone. Antonia had been alone for a week or two, after her pack had been split up in a feud over new leadership. The details were ones that she hardly liked to focus on but the bottom line: exile.

A rumble of thunder from the heavenly skies distracted the female from her thoughts and as she looked up, she saw that the clouds were dark, grouped together to signal rain. The grey female rolled her eyes and snorted to herself, shaking her head as she returned to looking straight ahead. How smashing, it's going to rain.

The gushing over water over rocks and the smells that surrounded the Kenanah River are what brought Antonia to her new destination. She wasn't stupid, she could smell the faint scent of wolves all around. However, she pose no threat (unless they posed one first) and merely, hoped for a respite from her travels. Reclining to her haunches, the female fled a yawn, before her eyes surveyed the land, looking and anticipating for both any other wolves around the area, or a quick shelter should the rains fall.

[Raikin]

"Hey babe." A voice said flirtatiously from the shadows. A large white wolf trotted into the clearing. "You like white wolves, grey ones, or black ones?" He asked.

[Antonia]

Babe? Antonia thought, a bemused smirk crossing her features. Well, that was different, certainly made a change from 'witch' and all all other variants inbetween. Glancing at and then doing a quick one over the white male, she raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't matter what colour, really. You could be polka dot for all I care, it wouldn't rid yourself of that pathetic greeting," she said. A thought coming to mind, she spoke once more: "It also depends on who's asking. Do you have a name, or should I just call you babette?"

[Raikin]

A low growl emitted from his rumbling vocals. He changed into his most common form, a haunted looking wolf. With red eyes. He stepped forward and bit her on the nose. Then he cuffed her ear with his large mitt.

"IF YOU DARE TALK TO THE ALPHA OF THIS LAND AGAIN, I WILL KILL YOU." He said, turning into a large mountain lion. "Now if you don't want to join, I ADVISE YOU TO GET THE HELL OF MY LANDS!" The lion said, slashing out at her face. ((Dont make her be like "Oh. That's nice." And not afraid at all. Cause he's an alpha, and an evil one at that.))