Runi

A soft wind sweept across the sea of grass from the south. Causing waves of beautiful green and brown mixed grass as well as sweeping up the snow that had been lose on the ground. Dancing around the land like a giant dress on the bride of a wedding. Whispering sweet-nothings to whomever was to hear it. Dear Astras how could this sight be any more magnificent.

A white borzoi wolf hybrid stalked into the lands on nimble limbs. Her stomach sunk in, her head was low. Her skeleton being held by a simple layer of hide. She had starved herself after her brothers death. Completely blaming the incodent on herself, and it was litterally her fault. She knew that, and she hated herself so. But she knew she had to move on, has she forgiven herself yet? No. And she may never forgiver herself, but she knew she had to live on. She couldn't face her brother in the after life, not yet.

Why am I cursed with such fate?

After the long journey she looked up to the house in the woods. Her eyes growing in suprise at how it was surrounded by nothingness. Who would live out here? Surely it was abandoned, but it wasn't. She moved in, slowly near the house she lowered her head and looked at the door and the porch, then looked around for those who where denning here. She didn't dare bark, and didn't dare howl, even though she had never howled in her life. Should she stick around? Would they see her as nothing but low scumb that should be killed. Haha! who would care? She should die, but she feared it. Maybe she would let her fate lay in the hands of those who lived here.

Meservea

The black Kind Hound was nursing her bruised ego and cursing the stupid wolf that Tom and the others had caught. How DARE she speak to me in such a way! She'll swallow each and every word the second I get my teeth into her... The dog thought bitterly in her mind, furious as all get out. It was one downside of her breed; many of them had an issue with pride and getting worked up over little things.

As she stormed around the corner of the cabin house, Mes stopped dead in her tracks. "Who are you?" She barked, ears up and eyes slightly narrowed. If Runi had been a full-blooded wolf, no questions would have been asked. But a keen nose and acute vision told Meservea that this canine was a hybrid. Thought not the most desirable creature, she deserved to explain herself.

Runi

Runi lifted blue eyes to the dog and she offered a half hearted wag of the tail. Turning about faced, it was clear she did not have the full, nor height of a wolf. She was about 32 centemeters to the shoulder. but looked like she weighed only 100 pounds. Her grayhound/ borzoi body was shriveling to nothing. "I am Runi, I use to live at the ranch, but none seem to notice me... not after my brother died... I can't live there anymore, it pains me to walk past his grave and deathsite. I was wondering if I could take up resedency hear. I'll fight my hardest to protect those who live here I promise. I'm part hound part wolf, I have an excellent scense of smell so I could help them hunt... I...." She quivered and looked down. The sight of her brother being crushed by that damned horse wouldn't leave her mind. Plus he had left her with a slightly noticible limp.