It was almost as if the trees quivered the sound of her name as she walked past them. Rumours had started to spread that Evelina would soon be returning from her walk about, the mere vibrations which were sent from the pads of her paws had caused even the venomous snakes to burrow theirselves into their safe homes away from that being. That monstrocity that was so silent, stealthy, and fast that nobody was aware of her upcoming until a kiss of death had come upon them. The blood red tint in her eyes was reflective of the sunset dawning upon the lands, the time of her night was coming. When the winds which coursed through her dark shades of black and white fur, they whispered their secrets into her ears, the stories of the old and new, the stories of the land she stepped foot on. However, even the winds did not take time out of their evening to pay her company. Some would think of it sad, although she did not question the matter - she preferred it.
A larger frame than the other females was what she was known for, she could almost pass of for a fully grown adult male. The many hours she overcome training to get into such a physique were becoming a vague memory now. The toned muscle behind her thick coat of fur was visible, it was obvious that she was definitely one of the strongest warriors of the Blood Scared clan.. Although she had no worry that her absence had caused them much discomfort - although one of the favoured warriors the others could handle theirselves if they stuck together. Many are already aware that Evelina is one of the few that goes months wandering alone in order to train - and thus she has built her strength to take down vast numbers in a single man way. However, although muscularly built, heavy, and large, Evelina is reminded by strangers, whilst in her human form, that she is beautiful. That her vuluptious figure is a weapon in itself. Her curves are so pronounced on her rather feminine body, and her apparent frail appearance should not go amiss. For even in this state and form she is deadly, a seduction element so to speak has provided her most beneficial in more ways than one.
Which is most likely how she drags the hefty amount of loot which has been tied to her hind legs and back. Now she returns home to her pack, after a long term away from them. Even in the blizzard which overcomes her body it does not sway her weight and speed which she continues to pace at in order to return to the camp fire she has a sight of on the horizon. Her head lifts up, and she shakes free from the snow which attatched itself to her silky coal black fur. The glinting red iris peers onwards and she lets out a giant bellowing howl to renounce her arrival.
