<span style="font-family: Artisan;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lynnia</span><br/>Witching Pack â€“ Beta female</span><br/><br/>The young female lay in what was once a flowery field, now frozen and littered with patches of snow. Icicles dripped from branches, bending their trunks under the weight of the ice. The highest branches kissed the ground. A frigid wind ripped through the clearing, and the she-wolf closed her eyes as her white ears flattened against her head. Blinking her multi-colored eyes, she yawned.<br/><br/>The sun had moved closer to the center of the sky by now, and she had been out here since morning. Her violet amulet glowed through her white fur. Surrounded by trees, Lynnia had practiced her magic. She had mastered the creation of a flower and mist long ago, and was now experimenting with a squirrel. She had the image down, but when she tried to make it move, it would sputter and fade.<br/><br/>Sighing, she rose from her spot and shook out her fur, feeling warmth return to her body. She was growing bored. Looking around with her tail low and her ears forward, she contemplated returning to the pack. Awena was going to chew Lynniaâ€™s legs off to prevent her from wandering, for sure. With a tilt of her head, she decided to head to the river.<br/>--<br/>It turned out she was far from the valley. The deceiving shelter of the trees and fields had led her to believe she hadnâ€™t strayed far. But she was mistaken. The freezing water of the river rushed loudly when she finally came upon it. It was far too wide. Her sense of direction was completely hopeless. She was beginning to worry, what with the chance of stumbling into the Swift packâ€™s territory and such. Females werenâ€™t meant to stray from their pack. It was strange. But she was one of the Witching pack. She could escape should trouble arise.<br/><br/>With this in mind, she approached the river and dipped her head down to drink.