Name - Lira<br/>Species - anthro wolf<br/>Age - 24 (human years)<br/>Hight - 6'1"<br/>Fur Colour - light grey<br/>Clothing - A loincloth and skimpy chest-wrap made of cured beast-hide. Also carries a bone spear.<br/>Appearance - menacing yellow eyes, with little scars at various points on her body from battles with beasts, she still has quite a sexy figure, with big, firm DD breasts and a trim, athletic stomach (except when it's bloated with prey, of course)<br/>Personality - has carved out a niche as a cunning and vicious warrior among the scattered primitive anthro-pred tribes of this world. bold, confident, forward, and unapologetically naughty.<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Stalking cautiously though the underbrush on all fours, with her spear tied to her back, Lira raised her head and sniffed the air, catching an unusual scent on the wind. She thought she smelled dragon, which made her cautious, but there was another smell also, unfamiliar yet enticing. Regardless of the danger, Lira can't help but creep forwards for a closer look. Unfortunately, her foot finds a dry twig at precisely the wrong moment, and a loud snap gives her position away. With a muffled curse, Lira drops flat on the ground and glances up to see if she's been spotted.