[I return once more] CLAIM [To take my prize]

[Rogue]

Heavy footpads filled the night air, a steady rhythm for three, then a lighter one, then a return to three. This, and the gently swaying grasses of the field, was the only betrayal of the wolf's presence in the lands. This was a new wolf coming to this land, but the return of a old hand to the lands themselves. This was the new, some would say "improved", Kantu. She herself would not grace herself with this term, favoring instead "cursed" or "broken". Not that she called herself these publicly, for that would do herself no favors.

The mottled wolf stopped in her tracks, looking up to the moonlit sky. She knew, from scent and lack of challenge, that wolves had not stepped out in this land for longer than she had been away for. Since her last visit to these chaotic lands, much had happened. She had left her old pack, favoring instead the wanderer's path that she had lived most her life. Her travels had taken her far into different territories, all of them darkly aligned. They had taken her for the most part into the lands of the most evil, caves that lived in eternal darkness, where she had been trapped, a prisoner, for many months, tormented by her captors with no other to confide in, no other to help heal her wounds. The same she still born now across her back and sides, white scars through her ebony fur, marks of her destroying. But these were not the only things she returned to Distant Whispers with, not by far. Her disposition had worsened; she hardly trusted any other, her temper was frayed to the tiniest strands and her wrath was larger than she had ever known. Her physical health had deteriorated; She walked with a strong limp in her hind left leg, where the muscle had been ripped from a snap of another wolf's teeth and no of the many herbs she had made had healed it. But that was no matter to the she-wolf as she prepared to claim the lands she now walked in. It was her time to soar.

Her maw widened, breath whistling between her teeth for not but a moment before a loud howl rang from her gullet, echoing across the quiet lands. This was hers now, and none could take it from her. A new era was beginning in the Chaotic Fields.