The half-breed the Snow Leopard was looking for, was actually at the same inn, a solemn look about her. She wasn't a rare breed, by any means. It was her fur pattern that made her rare. She had bright red fur with some dark splotches over her hands and feet. She had some white that went from the center of her stomach, over her chest, and covered her lower jaw of her muzzle. Her nose was a moist coal black. The inside of her ears were white, with a black outline that faded into the red of her usual red fur.<br/><br/>Why was she a half-breed? Her mother had mated with her father. Her mother was a beautiful dog, an Alaskan Malamute, who was mistaken as another wolf, which was what her father was. The stories she was told was that her parents had fallen deeply in love with each other, an even deeper form of imprinting, and had started their family of halfbreeds. Only two pups were born. The eldest was Avaria, the halfbreed sitting at the bar of the inn. The other was a runt, who didn't make it. Avaria was told it was to have been her brother, though his fur was as black as winter nights.<br/><br/>Another part of the story was, when war broke out and her father had been drafted, he left for war, and never came home. Even her mother didn't know what had happened to him, and Avaria had been too small to have it explained to her. She grew well enough without a father's loving touch or protective glare. She had her own fiesty attitude.<br/><br/>But why was she at an inn, closer to the mountains rather than in the snowed lands of her home? Why, she'd been summoned for... Something. All she knew was that she was supposed to meet a Snow Leopard. The message had been crytic, but one supposes they shouldn't leave someone hanging. So, she had set on her way. She didn't know where she was supposed to meet this Leopard, but figured the inn might be her best bet. She'd only arrived about an hour ago.<br/><br/>Betwixt her hands was a mug of water, not much of a drinker, and a plate of some wood burned meat. It's what had drawn her there in the first place. Her feet were dry and warm, resting on the bottom rung of the stool. Her legs, though clad in tight pants, showed the strong muscles she had, which had led her to be there so quickly. She had speed and agility thanks to those muscles. Her tail, a mixture of fluffy and not so fluffy, poked out from just above her behind and just below her spine, unmoving. Her body was thin, lithe, strong, and somehow well-endowed as well. The sweater she wore, simply to make it look like she wasn't a nut running around in the snow, was black against her fur, making her stand out. The hair she had atop her head, no, not her fur, was smooth and soft, wrapped up into a ponytail. The boots she had warn were warming next to the fire, drying out as well. She had stumbled into a river on accident.<br/><br/>"The leopard needs to hurry up... I hate waiting..." She mumbled, rubbing her ear before taking a long drink of water.