Kiska, as this little black femme was called, meant pure, but the she-wolf herself was hardly that. Not that she was a slut, but she was hardly innocent...
Her paws padded silently across the frosted ground, claws digging in to the cold earth. Her tail slung low between her legs at a rest and she paused to rub her horns against a random tree.
What was she doing? Looking for someone to accompany her on this lifelong journey. Someone fun.
