i will not be afraid / introduction

[emil]

desert. why had she chosen the desert?

the dire wolf longed for the snow, for the familiar cold and winter of her old home. she longed for familiarity, deep inside her she wished her family were still around to hug and comfort her. to tell her everything would be okay. she was still their little girl, rough edges or not, murderer or not.

it was hot. unbearably hot. it would take time for her to adapt, to lose her thick winter coat. for now, she suffered silently, panting softly in the shade where she lay. even in the shadows it was sweltering, making her feel as though she would burn alive, but she would deal with it. perhaps when she was younger she would have complained, griped about the heat and badgered every passerby about why they would ever want to live in a place such as this. of course it came from her being a northerner. a child born in the dead of winter, grown up in the snow. she hated it. but she would not leave and she would not complain.

the dire wolf let out a few soft pants, head dipping to rest upon her paws. she thumped her tail briefly on the ground and cast her gaze around the area.