A white wolf, her fur brushed with black, let her ultramarine eyes travel across the trees. It seemed deserted, but she could smell the faint scents of a pack. You'd think they'd attack or something, thought Momo, as she made her way through the brush.

She let out a ringing howl for the leader. If she wanted to join the pack, that was who she needed to see. Momo jumped randomly and broke off a branch from a birch tree. She layed down in the dirt and chewed it to bits, waiting for a response.

Investigate, not attack. That's what the Aspen Grove pack would do.

Slipping through the trees of one of the many forests in the land, Vestige heard the howl of an unknown wolf. His ears pricked, and just caught the faint snap of the branch Momo broke off. With all the recent enemy activity lately, Vestige looked for a way to sneak up and get a good look at the wolf. Stealthily picking his way through the trees, the alpha caught sight of the white wolfess. He didn't know her, so prehaps she wasn't with the Haunters. Still, keep your guard up.

Stepping out from the forest, the arctic wolf circled Momo and came to a halt in front of her. It would be clear just looking at him that he had been in A LOT of fights, especially his left eye. All red and gored where Risen's fangs had peirced it. With only one good eye, Vestige's other senses had improved greatly to compensate for the loss of sight. His good, blue eye studied her, and he smiled in a business-like manner. "Hello, My name is Vestige. Who are you, and why are you here?"