A cutting breeze danced through the air. Morgra made her way through the limited thicket of trees that lined the open expanse of snow. She kept her dark grey coat low against the ground as she conserved her orbs on the wee movements in the foliage. She inhaled the air shifting the snow between her paws as she tried to determine what the new scent she'd caught meant, she knew there was a varg around, close to her territory, but she wasn't sure if they were a threat.
She lifted her maw, to begin a song, to aware the other of her presence. The song began calmly then she leaned forward to make her voice deeper. Morgra then ended it almost too quickly. After, knowing that a reply should come back she raced north along the borders towards the lake. She didn't know why she came here much. She disliked it, afraid of falling in. But it was peaceful; she could let her mind wander. It wasn't any shock to her that a reply didn't come. Once she sang, they knew who she was, 'Morgra the cub killer' such a harsh quote to her past. Her paws thudded against the earth as she neared the water,
Dum de-Dum Dum; they bounced off the trees' echoing. Her call had not been answered, but followed. She came to an abrupt stop, her claws erecting into the soil. Her audicals laid flat against her skull and her pearls widened in awe. Stood stiffly in her spot was the varg she had come across. He was looking away, staring into the water. His pelt was a dark red, unnaturally beautiful. She didn't realise she had growled, the tall male turned his head swiftly, and then his torso. She blinked, he was handsome. The varg's eyes were a rich crimson, they looked apologetic, and then he smiled. She was speechless for a moment. Then she relaxed her frame and trotted towards him. She noticed apart from the oak surrounded us; he had a warm musky scent to his pelt. It made her sigh, and a low chuckle escaped from his maw. She couldn't keep silent any longer.

"Hello there varg," She whispered, looking around. The wolf in front didn't shift his orbs away from her, but Morgra couldn't look away from his beauty very long, they slowly attracted back. "You're on my land." Morgra spoke with a slight tone of the Alpha. He grinned, it made Morgra blush. His grin widened exposing his ivories. She stepped back.

"On your land?" he questioned in a musical voice. "Pardon me varg, but you do not own a pack? Therefore, a Kerl has land to herself." He laughed. She seemed backtracked. Then she coughed.

"I have my areas." Her auds flickered, she hated losing. He smiled then walked closer to her, faces inches away.

"Morgra, you and I are Kerl. We do not own land, we wander," She flinched at the word we. "I know your stories, and I do not believe such thing, I know you mean no harm to the cubs. But your love cannot be fulfilled?" he judged her, and she didn't like it. She tilted her head.

"Perhaps, it's been so long… what is your name?" She frowned.

"Inferno." He answered proudly. It was my turn to smile then.