the wind was calm that day when Samira stepped up to the border of the tarban pack and threw her head back and let out a long calling howl before she sat and waited for a wolf to arrive. shed been walking around the woods for a while and she was tired, hungry and lonely. Samira is a very beautiful wolf, with he black shadowy pelt with the white lightning like lines running through her pelt and her blue eyes with a violet ring that flicker like lightning when angry. he wings looked the same way shadowy wings with the white lightning like lines running through her wings.

feeling bored and hungry, Samira found a mouse, caught it and ate it before she layed down and ended up falling asleep. she had dreams of another life, she knew it was from her life before she ended up in this new place.

a stick snapped, jolting Samira from her sleep, she jumped to her feet and growled as she lowered her body into a defensive stance her eyes moving side to side in awareness and ready for anything. she couldn't see who was coming but she knew someone was. "Whos there?" she growled still standing in a ready for a fight in case someone lept at her.