"My goodness Ammy. You're going to be just like my father, I can tell already." The girl smiled at her pure white wolf that padded next to her. In turn Ammy, the wolf, yawned greatly showing off the many rows of sharp canine teeth she had. The girl smiled as they approached the nearby stream. Quite frankly, the girl hated her reflection, but she wanted to look presentable in some way! She slipped and squeaked slightly as she fell into the river. Ammy rushed alongside the stream and carefully pulled the girl out, both of them soaking wet. 'Great job Winter. That was majestic' she thought to herself as Ammy shook out her fur and stared up at her. Winter, the huntress, smiled down at her companion and then checked her reflection. Despite her name, Winter looked and didn't even resemble anything to do with the season.
Winter had long black hair that flowed in an easy, laid-back way. It was loosely pulled up by a white ribbon that formed a ponytail. Her attire consisted of a worn long-sleeved shirt, black stretchy pant and tall brown boots that go mid-shin. A small belt on her hips displayed the difference between her torso and legs and held many pouches that served as bags, but the belt was the least flashy thing Winter was wearing. A brown strap went from her shoulder to her hip and back around, forming a sheath for arrows, and a bow was hanging from one shoulder. All her weapons Winter carried were plasma, with the exception of the hand knife she carries around to fight enemies immune to the plasma's effect.
Winter's grey eyes dazzled with relief as she finished drying out her hair. Her clothes were made to keep dry, especially in the damp, moist homeland she hailed from, so they kept fairly dry and the rest dried amazingly fast. Her plasma weapons were contained in a small case made of a special type of film to keep the plasma from shocking every single raindrop on the nearby leaves. Winter turned to Ammy, who was having her own difficulties drying out her fur, and knelt down. "Hey Ammy, you do remember what we are after, right? We don't have time to let your fur dry at this point... I'm sorry." She apologized to her white wolf who groaned slightly and seemingly nodded her head in understanding. With that confirmation Winter stood up and started to trek through the nature filled area.
About halfway to their destination, Winter stopped dead. Ammy crouched slightly and let out a low, threatening growl. The red eyes of the white wolf glowed with anticipation and readiness, but Winter's couldn't match the confidence Ammy had. Winter's own grey eyes flashed with occasional confidence, but then returned to its usual alert look. Slowly Winter pulled her hand back and tugged at the bow on her back. It came free and able to be used, so she slowly brought it in front of her and grabbed an arrow. Winter knocked the arrow and held in safe mode while she gazed around the tree filled area. The river was many miles from here, for Winter had astounding endurance. 'Its a Cougar, isn't it?' Winter thought as she brought her bow up and prepared to fire. The wolves and the Cougars of her homeland were at war constantly, but not in the way most would expect.
Finally the enemy revealed it's self. Winter's prediction was right; It was a cougar. Winter fired her arrow and twisted around before she could confirm if the weapon hit. Winter ran back towards the river where she came from with Ammy right on her heels. "Ammy! There is no way there is just one! Keep alert!" Winter called back to her wolf, and she wasnt a second too soon. She screeched to a halt as four other cougars surrounded Ammy and her with the obvious intent to kill. 'Will I have to?..." Winter thought and shuddered at her last resort in this battle. Ammy growled with ferocity before leaping at two cougars and locking in battle. Winter's hand raced to her knife, but she found it was gone. The precious close-combat weapon was dangling from a cougar's mouth right next to her; so close that Winter could feel the feline's breath on her cheek. Ammy squeaked as she saw the situation Winter was in and started to try and finish her own brutal fight to aid Winter. The girl held up her hand in a motion to stop before nodding silently and whispering curses under her breath.
Winter wasn't a human.... but a Monster.
When the 'girl' stood she no longer resembled a human. Instead a black wolf stood there, power waving off it's pelt. The Wolf had tall grey fur up her legs and under her tail. The white spread a bit to her nose and forehead as well. Ammy glanced over and saw what Winter became and sighed gently, knowing how much of a toll this form took on Winter. Winter, in her wolf form, lurched forward with a growl. She slashed and batted at the cougars all the while protecting her bow and weapons she dropped to make herself more agile. Winter howled in pain as she was bit in the flank, but she swiftly turned around and bit the feline right back. Finally it was over; the fight barely lasted 10 minutes, but it was all the same agonizing to both a battle worn Ammy and Winter. The pure white wolf padded up to Winter and gave a tentative sniff before quickly pulling back and lurching away. Winter's grey eyes were full of origin-less hatred and a will to fight. After a few tense moments of the friends simply staring at one another, Winter fell over and landed on her side with a sickening thump. Ammy loped back to her friend, who had returned to her human-like state.
Ammy found herself carrying Winter through the darkening forest. Her ears were perked and alert, but her eyes were tired and worn. A cavern was visible up ahead and Ammy decided it was a good idea to find a place to rest. In her sleepy state, Ammy didn't even notice the human boy until she was in full view; with a beaten girl on her back.
