The soft pitter patter of rain hitting the ground was all the ivory female could hear, aside from her quiet breathing and the sound of her pawsteps. A line of blood could be seen rolling down the side of her face, staining her snowy coat. Large and strong jaws would slowly open and she stifled a yawn. She was a graceful creature. A skinny, white wolf with a nice built and long legs. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, though a scar could be seen over one of her eyes. Most of her pelt was caked in mud and dirt, and she was bleeding from an injury on her head. She had been trained in the art of healing, though those memories had left her not too long ago. All the female could clearly remember was waking up in the pouring rain, a wreck.

The female would let out a pained whimper, lowering her head as she did. The pain wasn't unbearable but she hoped she could possibly find someone who could treat her wounds. Then she heard a voice. One that could only be heard by her. A spirit that could possibly haunt her for the rest of her days.

"Dear sister, I do believe you need some help with that wound of yours. It looks quite nasty. I would hate it if something bad happened to you if you don't receive treatment anytime soon."

She would shake her head, remaining silent and simply ignoring the concern coming from the male's words. He was dead. A restless spirit, that wouldn't leave her alone. Nothing less and nothing more. When she came across the Ascendants' territory, she would sit down at the border, a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth and her blue eyes, alert and focused.

"Lunafreya, joining." She spoke with a soft tone.