The white wolfess, sleek and agile, tredded through the canyon. She was alone, though in a pack, her mother's pack. But her mother was the one reason she was out here. The crazy wolfess had left the territory since she had last seen her, and little did Esprit know, the alphess was back at the land, but with much more than Esprit could imagine, and here she was. Still thinking she was out here. A thing to pity, she was-- she never got any breaks.

Sighing deeply as she finally came to stop on top of a high ledge, she peered over and down at the land below. She could see just about everything from here. It made her feel free up here, listening to the wind and nothing else, with not a care in the world. But then her mind drifted back to reality, and what she was stuck with now. Not that she hated her mother, and totally loathed her, but enough was enough. Esprit should have been long gone by now, like her brother. But no, life wasn't like that for her.
Dropping down onto her belly like a wet rag, lifeless seeming and limp, she stared out at the trees and where she assumed her home was. It was her birthplace, where she was raised, and now it was still where she called home. She was torn, but didn't feel the remorse she probably should be feeling.

While her brother reminded everyone of Phantoms and the night, she reminded everyone of Demons and Fire. Her coat was red and tan, white and black. Her eyes fell upon Esprit, and those odd colored eyes of hers grinned for her. She moved behind Esprit, and said in a voice that was like molten lava Hello, puppet She certainly did look like a princess of Hell. The hybrid was ready for anything, that was for certain. Her eyes wandered constantly, her ears swiveling to catch every sound that escaped the land.

The wolfess was silent as she continued to lye there, letting her mind easily wander, forgetting about her mother. Somehow, she's break away. Although she'de hate to do it, Aava would simply have to be on her own at some time or another. But she was just too dangerous-- for both others and herself. Esprit simply couldn't risk it.

Suddenly, she realized someone was behind her. Lifting up quickly onto her paws, she gave a flash of her sparkling white fangs. She only eased a bit when she seen it was only another canine, though one of mixed blood. Living out in the wild with only the wild canids, she had never come across anything like a dog or human, save for that one time when her mother got in a tangle. In fact, it was her most recent attack.
"I have a name," she stated, unsure of this fae. Something was irritating her now. Maybe it'de be best if she stayed away from the territory for a while, then return. Yes, that sounded right. Let off steam, gather her nerves and thoughts again, and head back later when she was ready.

Her eyes lit up demonically at Esprits words, and she said in a cool tone Yes, but I don't know what it is, now do I? She wasn't out to hurt her, but she had nothing to do and to much time on her paws. If she could just...Do....Something. Jesus, this place was boring. She had no family (that she knew of) in the area, no friends (as of yet) and a liking of the dark side. Sort of. She liked being good, but she loved being bad. So this would make her neutral. Right? I think it would...Oh drat, going off topic.

The red hued female shifted her position, sitting herself down. I am Flyleaf, and you are? Better start off being nice somewhere.

Esprit gave a sigh, but it was more like a regular sigh than anything. She was tired, she could almost feel her eyelids drooping. She'de need to get back soon.
"Esprit," she simply replied, her voice light and a bit airy. Her banner gave one small wag, and then ceased motion, coming to rest behind her on the ground. She watched the hybrid, studdying the coloration, among other things.