In the frozen mountains of Aevius, dwells a daemon wolf. She is a large wolf with deep blue-grey fur and lighter patterns on her ears and tail, and her eyes are bright and glimmering.
Her name is Saphiroth, and she dwells in her cave alone.
She lifts her muzzle from her paws and looks up with a huff, her breath steaming up in the cold mountain air. She hoists herself to her paws and takes a moment to stretch before stepping out into the sunlight.
After sniffing at the air a few times she pads off along the path in search of food. A leather bag that smelled of bird caught her attention and she prowled over, keeping her head low as she nudged the bag open to find raw meat inside.
'What a blessing,' She thought excitedly, 'Food already dead!'
She grabbed the meat tightly in her strong, sharp toothed jaw, and dashed back to her cave; filled with joy at her find.
Once inside her cave, she tore into the meat, tearing and chewing loudly with a wag of her bushy tail. The meat filled her belly soon enough and she licked any remnants off her muzzle and out of her teeth.
She laid down at the entrance of the cave so that her muzzle was out in the sunlight. She gave a soft huff as she stared at the clouds.