Kaze

White wolfess slunk through the shadows, staying out of sight as much as possible. She was new to the valley, and was seeking a pack, and some friends. She was a mischevious fae, one that could care less about another's safety. She loved making trouble, especially among hated ones. With a sharp snarl, the fae stopped and stood, paws seeming to be glued to the hard and solid ground. Her brisk pelt was shaken as she twisted around, growling quietly to herself. Then looking around, the lone wolfess let out a howl, not a lonesome one, but not yet a cheerful one. Then with a light snort, she sat back on sleek haunches and waited for someone to cross her undirected path.

Kaze

With a silent snarl, the fae stood once more and trotted off, banner and head held low as she made her way out of the alleys, knowing she herself could become her own leader.