<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Tailair<br/></span><br/>Her black tipped nearly silver ear, though they looked more like white prickled. As the mourning air brushed against her nose. The hunters of the pack were already awake. As usual she yawned allowing her muzzle to point to the sky. Then slowly stood up and shook her fur. To allow her soft , thick coated fur to bustle into a nice softness.  In an instant one of her white paws stretched in front of her.  The shrill mourning air was cold, but welcoming. The sign that winter was not yet over.<br/><br/>She glanced over at her beta. Nova was curled up sleeping still. Which was fine for now.  Her head turned again to look out the entrance of her den. There was a storm coming. A bad storm. This worried just a little bit because that meant that she would need to divert the clouds that were the worst towards a different direction.<br/><br/>She walked out of her den. Overlooking her pack that was scattered. Some sleeping, others tending to whatever needs. Most that werenâ€™t sleeping turned their head when they noticed her. Bowing their heads in respect. She knew that the pack was waiting for an Alpha male to take his place beside her. Their impatience was seen by the glares that the male wolves sent to her. As if she was preventing them from leading the pack. Which was true but not true.<br/><br/>She felt her head arch back a little in a small motion that meant that she was on the verge of howling. The rest of the pack needed to awake. For the alpha awakens the pack, unless other members of the pack awake her early. She allowed a nice melodic howl escape her lips. The sound entrancing. The pack itself did not completely dislike the fact that a female alone led the pack. Or at least the females felt that way.