05-16-2010, 02:09 AM
The Russian doll was back, she had given up on trying to find her mother. She had sniffed around the old pack and her family was gone. She was alone in the lands of Souls. Her crimson eyes scanned around the land as she shifted her weight upon her muscular shaped legs. For a traveler since the age of a child she was not fur and bones, she had managed to take care of her-self. She knew how to play the adults when she was younger, and once she got into her teens she learned what around the lands could be ate, and what was not eatable, sometimes she learned the hard way. She snorted, this was not like the den that she lived in with her mother as a child, nor was this the house that she was living in as a child. She gave a click of her tongue over her teeth as her four legs pushed her forward looking and scouting around the lands. These lands would do, maybe if she was lucky her siblings would join her here.