Whinnie had been wondering the border aimlessly for a few hours. Ever since her meeting with Lysander she had felt alive with emotion. To most it was just sex, but for her it had been a first and it had been enough to give her a jump start in life. The male had been beyond anything comprehendable, and probably she wouldn't see him again unless crossing paths every once and a while. That was some what of a damp rag on her happiness, but why should she worry?
The french women walked in her luperci form. Short and curvy with her blonde coat bright against the snow she remembered that a wolf had died in the pack reacently. Iskata? Had that been the madams name? Whinifred couldn't remember, but she wished she could have meet the women before she passed. Death, like she had said to Jefferson, was just the end of a lesson and the passage into a new one.
Hearing something fred's ears perked and her eyes looked ahead. The sight of the approaching male made her relax only slightly. He smelt of Pheonix valley. Today she would meet a new pack member it seemed. Whinifred smiled gently as she walked closer. Her blonde mane tied loosly at the base as it touched her rump. As she got closer to the male she could tell he was depressed. Something in the french women wanted to cheer him up. "Bonjor, Monsieur." She said gently and with her thick accent.