Aniu

A thick mist of white blew into the ruins, and when it faded, in it's place stood Aniu, the great White Wolf. Her orange eyes scanned the ruins, searching for something she did not know. She had always had a passion for unknown things, which made her spirit high and thoughts alone. She raised her head and howled long and loud. She stood apon a ruin entrance and sniffed the air. She lived in no pack, and she was very unique. She raised her head again and felt the wind brush past her, sending her ghostly white fur blowing along with it. She stared cold and hard at the land beneath her. This was where she stayed and lived. She never lived in a pack, and thats how she became strong and wise. She brushed her bushy tail over the ground and then perked her ears.
She hopped down from the giant top of the ruin and stepped inside. She walked to a corner and sat back on her haunches. She kept her gaze focused on the area outside.