The crack of a branch sent birds fluttering from their trees in a panic. The only other
sounds were their chaotic cries, soft padding and the heavy panting of a wolf. Now known to the rest of the creatures by her
misstep, she gave in to the sounds, not bothering to hide them. Her manner was that of a newcomer: hesitant, tenative, tail
swinging low at half-mast. Her triangular ears perked for sound
She was thin, a bit rangy, and her coat was decorated with a few burrs, but the fur was
shiny and smooth in the wake of the sun. She was dark, a range of black and dark brown hairs mixed into a inky concoction,
but the odd part was her overcoat. Gold hairs dusted over the darkness of her fur, giving her a roaned mix of colors ranging
from black to a pale cinnamon. Fur ruffled from the nape of her
neck, puffing out slightly. Pale gold eyes wink irridescently in the sunlight, giving an eerily
haunting feeling to her appearance. Brow wrinkled in half-thought, she padded forward, nose touching the ground as she hunted
Like the sun sinking into the darkness, her name was apt. Twilight. She was suprisingly independent, and from
her mouth often came scathing remarks.
Sensing the prescence of others, Twilight lifted her midnight muzzle into the air, letting
loose a sweet, melodic howl before returning to padding softly toward the alien wolves of this new territory.