<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Hiti.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Hiti<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Skrida, OPEN.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alpha House.<br/><strong>When: </strong>Night<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was dark out and cold as ever and the light fall of snowflakes trickled from the opens skies. The stars were out in full and her green eyes cast up at them, watching them gleam against the obscure, vast heavens. The old man had always told her that they were souls who had departed earth, souls that had left their lives to life above, watching over the cosmos below diligently. She watched them for a little longer, before averting her gaze, focusing on the ground beneath her. The light snow crunched under her feet as she took a couple of steps on the spot, as if testing the ground, though in reality the redhead was testing her injured ankle. Hiti waited quietly, just outside the Alpha's house. She had asked Skrida is he would meet with her and accompany her to the party the Tikaan were throwing that evening; she'd spent all day resting and had decided she was too curious not to attend, though she didn't plan on staying long. She only wanted to see what the wolves did, how many there were and what they looked and acted like. Of course, she completely denied this fact when repeating it to herself, trying to think of a better excuse to go. Frankly, Hiti wasn't brave enough to go alone and managed to pluck up the courage to as Skrida.<br/><br/>Hiti waited patiently, her green orbs staring out at the village as she leaned herself back against a tree, just beside the Alpha's home, relieving the pressure from her ankle. Her arms crossed over her chest under a massive cream pelt she had been given upon arrival that covered the length of her body, only revealing the toes of her boots. Underneath, she was dressed in a baggy, short sleeved, black tunic, decorated with deep red stitching; it was a slight v-neck, opening at her chest a little, though it didn't reveal much skin other than her arms, neck and a small portion of her collar bones and chest. The tunic was cinched in at the waist, folding over itself thanks to the help of a plain leather belt that helped show off her small waist. Her legs were covered in a pair of tight, tan coloured cotton trousers that would look as if they were her bare legs, if it wasn't for the stitching up the sides. They were, of course, tucked into her boots she had worn when arriving at the village; dark brown boots lined with light fur that peeked out over the tops where they had been folded over. She wore her precious pendant (http://img1.etsystatic.com/000/0/6053533/il_340x270.279697637.jpg) on a chain around her neck, tucked into her tunic so it wouldn't be seen.<br/><br/>The redhead let out a small sigh, her eyes tracking the white air that escaped her lungs and into the night. She let a small smile cover her features, if only for a second; the little things had always pleased her the most.