Ghastly Woods Tangled and Trampled

It was somewhere around mid afternoon, though one couldn't really tell due to the clouds and the thick over head cover of the tangling tree branches. The ground bellowthr was shrouded with shadows, only the slightest of light escaping through the clouds and the trees. There was a crisp breeze dodging around the trees chilling the air to a cool 44 degrees. All of the mighty, tangled forest was quiet except for the occasional rustling of the thick undergrowth or the almost silent steps of a single white wolf as she searched and crept through the strangling forest that was thought to be the only blemish of this proud land. The single white wolf was a sight to see amongst the dark undergrowth. She was blemished with dirt and tangled with twigs, but he'd bright white fur shown brightly against the shadows and death of winter that had claimed the woods. She shown like a beacon to travelers as they wondered the lands, but to the creatures of the forest she meant death and they all stayed out of sight, even those bravest for no prey could stand up against a hungry wolf and live to tell their story.

And hungry Altiara was, she had not eaten since yesterday... or had it been the day before that she had quietly and quickly caught that starved rabbit? All she knew was she was hungry, like she had been a lot since leaving home. Her eyes glanced tiredly at the forest, tired of constantly being on the look out for both prey and predator. Her legs carried her across the landscape, though they held less grace then they had that morning and often got her shagged in the dead bushes and tree limbs. She not only wanted a bite to eat, but someone to talk to, the social butterfly in her needed that much. She thought about these things and others as she made her unending search through the forest, her white fur shinning and ears hanging unalert.