The orphaned three-month-old pad softly and quietly over the rough terrain. She had no care for boundries or alphas, she was a free spirit. Striking a noble pose sitting upon the crown of a hilltop, she surveyed the area. She was no soft light pup, reared in a kind world of peace and trust, she wasa fighter, and it showed in the way she walked, the way she scanned the landscape like a hawk. Then, satisfied nothing could harm her, she lay down for a short rest.

(Urban Decay, come retrieve your henchvixen--make note this post sucks. x.0)