Her hair was kissed by fire, but ice ran through her veins. Poised was her demeanor, hidden was a mighty howl. With eyes the color of storms and skin as pale as snow, she was a formidable force. Honor and loyalty; neither could be bought, especially not hers. Since leaving her home, the wolf fought alone for years. Cornered and beaten, lied to and used; but still, nothing could break her spirit. She was a wolf, mighty and strong. Her hair was kissed by fire, but ice ran through her veins.