Larka

Silvery white Alpha of Sapphire Brook padded along the shoreline of the lake. Her golden orbs looked into the water, seeing her silvery white fur blurred and distorted. She sent a high lilting howl into the heavans, calling for another wolf, a compnaion, a friend. She hated being alone.

Gold reaper

Gold reaper heard a she-wolf's call he scampered over to her. He then asked "what may I ask, is the matter?" He asks kindly.

Larka

She smiled faintly Nothing is the matter, i simply wish my terra had wolves to roam upon it. I know you and Honthale are there, but that is an awfully small pack. I am just a bit isolated it seems, that's all. Her silvery white plume waved slightly, acknowledging her fellow pack member.