03-04-2009, 01:39 AM
Cold winds blew across the snowy atmosphere, ruffling up the she-wolf's pelt. She was in her Optime form, having decided she was most comfortable in that form, for the time being, anyway. Asariel was a picky creature, never able to decided just what form she was most comfortable in. Some days it was her lupus form, other days, like today, it was her werewolf form. She plopped herself down in the snow, underneath a large oak tree. Her dark, tousled mane was every which way possible; it was something the young woman could never seem to get under control. She huffed and leaned against the tree's warm, welcoming trunk, teal colored eyes staring out at nothing in particular.
She definitely was a piece of work, that was for sure. So she was told, anyway. She frowned as she wondered if she'd meet any of her new packmates soon - these lands were new and intoxicating and she could definitely use a friend. Unless, friends were few and far between.