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Life loved to throw you in the wrong direction so that you could fall. It wan't as if fate really cared if you succeeded or failed at life, really it was all just a big improv. The act could change at any moment to something not pleasant. Even at the young age of 9 months the white she wolf knew where she stood in the twisted plot of the fates. She was a pawn, simply used if others thought they could. You had to bring your own script into this unforgiving theater and never show them that you had forgotten your line.
Ryan felt the cold air bite at her skin under her thick white pelt. The blood mingled into it made for a site as it slipped down her front leg to her young paws. Her left ear was missing, blood pouring out of the gaping wound like a broken faucet. A nasty smirk broke her face as she figured the irony of her situation. Of course the ear that would be ripped off her head would be the normal white ear and not the red splash right one. If there was such a thing as a fate god they were laughing in grim humor down at her right now.
Instead of her deformed ear being ripped off, the normal one was now somewhere in the dirt. Ryan barked out a small laugh at her unpleasant situation. The white she wolf had entered unknown territory about half an hour ago and wandered what kept them from investigating the smell of blood. Then again maybe they were to ignorant to even know she was here. That gave her something more to grin about. Of course if Carmine had gotten away she wouldn't have to worry about the pack in this area. That made the young wolf curse outwardly. If that bastard black wolf followed her he would surely rip her other ear off and then leave more marks for her to remember it by.
The thought of the pain made a shiver meander down her down her spine. Anticipation for the fight made her feel that way. That fucked up asshole had thought she would stick around when the other wolves came to kill him? He had some major delusions since she had no intention of saving him when her freedom had show itself. Coming to a stop her yellow orbs scanned the terra for the first time since she had breached the border. In the distance buildings stood, but it was far enough away that the details were obscure. It would only be a matter of time before they came to try and kill her or mock the deformity splashed across her face. Either way she didn't really give a shit.
Leaning back on her haunches defiantly Ryan waited for that unknown fate god to make his move. I can't believe I'm doing this shit." She swore to herself. It was appalling to think this was what she was reduced to after a bad play of events. Go figure she had her as at the wolves doors. An characteristic sneer settled onto Ryan's face.