Kigiinheart
Kigiinheart had yawned. Same old, same old. Packs bands together to protect each other from a threat. The gray she-wolf yawned, blinking her eyes lazily, feigning that of a relaxed wolf when she was really on high alert. For her, an outsider, Packs were unpredictable and dangerous. She wasn't like the other wolves; social and loving toward pack members. Kigiin was what her name implied, a loner. A sudden pang went through her as she remembered a saying in her home pack: The strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the power of the Wolf is the Pack. Kigiin licked her chops as she got to her paws, and walked away from the strange wolf pack. As she felt the distance between herself and the pack growing she let a few emotions play out on her face. The first to hit was a sudden pained expression of loneliness, the second a look of such savageness that she had snarled at nothing. Get a hold of yourself. Kigiin thought to herself before relaxing her muscles and snapping her jaws shut, her face and movements, empty of life.
The gray she-wolf was great at being empty of emotion, but no matter how hard she tried. Rage, and anger were always able to leak out of the safe she hid her feelings in. Liquid like water, the Rage tainted her, and made her unpredictable at the moment. Had anyone followed her, she would snap. The silent wolf kept moving, her eyes closed as she let her paws lead her.