A fearless, feral and wanton creature she would roam the woods alone at night. Born of snow, born of crow and born of blood she was a striking vision with a vulture's heart. Hidden in a dark cloak nightly she would do in search prey, waiting in darkness for another wolf to slay. Her perverse and murderous tendencies driving her snarling into the arms of any man unlucky enough the cross her path. Though beautiful she was it was a beauty all the better to eat you with.
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