She walked through the forest, her fingers raking through her short black hair as her icy blue eyes lazily, yet skillfully, moved from side to side as she kept alert. Her unusually long and sharp canine teeth, other than her cold blue eyes, were one of the things that was most famous throughout the werewolf community. Her pale skin made her look white as snow as she weaves between the trees, occasionally stepping into the rays of the moonlight. Her appearance as a human was young, 19 or 20, and as a wolf she was fairly young with fur black as night, eyes as icy and blue that it often made others uncomfortable to meet her gaze, and canine teeth so long and sharp that they poked out slightly under her upper lips.
Her tattoos she wore going up her arms, down her spine and around her waste showed symbols of her tribe, though the tribe itself was destroyed. She was the last surviving of her werewolf tribe and now just traveled, keeping off other strange werewolf territory. She was on a quest, she wished to know who wiped out her tribe yet she held no grudge against the vampires nor the werewolves. She was one of the outcasts who chose neither side in the long standing war against vampires and werewolves.
As she walked, her gaze travels to a nearby cave. She walked towards it, growing tired from her long journey. She heard there was an elder werewolf in a nearby town that may know what happened to her tribe. As she approaches the entrance, she pauses. The wind had shifted directions and she could smell a nearby werewolf tribe as well as a vampire clan, and she thought she may have wandered too close to there boarders.