Gunners paws stepped into the snow and let the cold seep into her pads and roll up her legs. She was a wolf today, the form she took to in most occassions. Her luperci form caused a feeling of more vunrablility, hence the aray of weapons she had gotten and learned to use. She wasn't an expert in many of them, only one, the sword. Daggers and small blades all fell under the same catagory in her mind. The she wolf stalked with her head low and yellow eyes sharp.
There was something foul going on. Since coming into this pack she had learned of the war brewing from the male who had accepted her. His name she couldn't remember now, but she never really remembered names. Red fur stood out against the forest foliage. Like blood on the leaves after battle she was hard to miss. There was no conception of beauty just a obnoxious color that caught the eye.
She was in a rage, she wanted to see something die today. It wasn't always the way she felt, but the need to see something hurt came upon her every once and a while. Gunner was an addict of pain, mostly on herself, but she liked to inflict it on other creatures every so often. The hard part was curbing a savage nature that she had been able to feed since she was born.
"She's more then you can handle...."