A larger than normal white wolf, with grey eyes and a mystical marking around her eyes and down to her cheek, lightly makes her way through the woods at a leisurely pace. Her ears at attentive to the sounds around her, her pale grey eyes ever scanning for trouble as she nose tips up at sniffs the light breeze flowing through the trees. Thorn listens to the sounds of the woods around her, the sounds that the small local wildlife make, the cries and calls they sing to each other in soft muted sounds of the darkened woods. Thorn comes to a stop just short of the lake clearing, looking around she holds her ground until she is sure that no one and nothing else is around to surprise her. She walks out into the clearing, gazing out onto the lake, watching the water ripple and dance from the activities under the surface.