Post by *Prowling Menace of Glory~ on Nov 19, 2006 20:37:26 GMT -5
A white wolf sat at the mouth of a cave. It was time she continued her journey to the land of the packs, but she would be sad to go. As she leapt down from her pearch, the white wolf sniffed the air. Smelling something she looked about, lavender eyes seeinf no threats. She was called Mistfire, for her ability to practicaly disapear in the snow and fire-like personality. As she loped swiftly toward her destination, she reviewed her plan.
