Five months of complete darkness. Temperature rarely above -22 degrees
for most of the year. Ground completely frozen solid. Following their prey for up to 1000 miles through the bitter cold and
piercing wind. Arctic wolves inhabit some of the most inhospitable terrain in the world: tundra, rolling hills, glacier valleys
ice fields, shallow lakes and green flats. Only the strongest will survive(c)
Canis Lupus Arctos- the Arctic Wolf. Rarely do they make their way
across the border into the United States. This one however, seems to have broken the unwriteen rules and has ventured into
territory so different from the one they are used to. The ground is soft and slightly muddy, trees are pines and deciduous,
sprinkled here in there in the relative warmth for this arctic being from white. (c)
Soft ivory coat, with a pearly white sheen, stands out in the leafy
greenery that is common in the forest. Burly coat is tangled very little, soft and shiny. Two triangular ears peak from behind
her square head, a sharp black nose emerges near coal-like eyes that search the surroundings for any movement, sound or smell.
All of her senses are on high alert in this Southern alien territory. (c)
Not visible in this light, scars ran over her coat, places where hair
didn't grow, but the rest of her fur covered it so that you couldn't see them unless you were looking. One large, pink scar
ran across her right foreleg. She stood out in the drab green and brown forest and, often, this meant an attack was bound
to happen. Bears, cougars, even other wolves like herself. She was cautious. (c)
A large yawn showed pearly white teeth as she continued to pad softly
through the underbrush. Her milky tail twitched softly, and she turned her face to the left to see what was happening. Nothing.
The white wolf tilted her head to the side, trying to see what was happening. One milky-blue eye stared, unseeing. The white
wolf sighed, convinced that nothing was there. She howled softly. (c)
The sound echoed lightly, creating a chillingly eerie sound. She paused,
then contiued, half-hoping and half not, that she would meet more wolves. Like the Aurora Borealis from her homelands, her
personality was a spectrum, but it reflected her in another way: her name. Aurora.