Wystearya - A Timber Wolf

Wystearya (wis-TAR-yah) shivered in the passing breeze, multi-hued fur waving back and forth as the wind moved on to bother some other poor creature. She lifted her muzzle and scented the air carefully, hundreds of messages immediately vying for attention. Her mind quickly discarded most of them and focused on the important ones. That is, the scents of new wolves. She crawled out from under the bush and padded hesitantly toward the familiar - yet strange - smells.

She had good reason to be cautious. Since being thrown out of her pack for fighting with a fellow pack member - who just happened to be the future alphess - she had been turned down, even attacked, by every pack she'd met. It was as if everyone knew about her mistake. The females all snarled when she came near, even if the Alpha was kind enough to consider letting her join. The Alphess never let him, and Wystearya usually ended up being chased out of the land by the pack's females.

And so she had been forced to travel alone for miles and miles, all because of one small temper tantrum. But now, there was a tiny modicum of hope. She was far out of the reach of her former pack leader's influence. Perhaps these wolves didn't know of her...

She stopped abruptly and crouched low in the bushes, her dark silver, black, and white coat camouflaging her wonderfully. Topaz eyes gazed out somewhat fearfully at the massive black male who she guessed was the Alpha. She felt that she should make her presence known, but fear, born from the many rejections she'd received, held her back.