<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Ruinae</span><br/><br/>One eye opened, then the other, each mirroring the pale morning sky. The air was crisp with winter air as Ruinae rose to stretch her cramped muscles. It was time to move. She shook out her fur to help generate more heat before taking the first step from the slight crevace of rock she had slept by the night before.<br/><br/>Ruinae wanderedd aimlessly before catching the scent of blood. Drool seeped through her white muzzle as her stomach growled threateningly at her. It had been days since she had eaten, but if it was another pack's kill... She would be as dead as their meal. Ignoring the protests of her starvation, she briskly trotted forward into the cover of the outter forest, well what little cover there was that is.