MNEMOSYNE.

It didn't matter how things were supposed to be, all that mattered was that they were. Mneme was confused about the entire prospect of life, but that didn't mean she had to really focus on her confusions. The she-wolf hybrid didn't really care about how things were supposed to be, because everything was perfect for her. Mneme had things handed to her because of her delightful beauty. This wasn't only males; she was offered particular delicacies, suggested that she join certain packs, and once she made it there, given a desirable rank. Before she left, of course.

Mneme never stayed in one place for too long. Too many people to speak with, too many brutes to seduce. And besides, once the dogs figured out her flirtatious personality that possessed an aura of conceit and self-absorbment, they wanted nothing to do with her anyways. She was a difficult female to get along with, especially if the one attempting to do so was female themselves. Mneme was not only confusing, but incredibly unstable when it came to certain scenarios. She sometimes took hunting too seriously, tearing apart her prey and ripping limbs off. Not blood rage disorder, instead just something like the need to destroy a living thing. She never had a chance to fight, Mneme was too submissive.

The she-wolf yawned, loping through the gorgeous meadow with a step that matched her own gorgeous bodice, her petite paws kicking up grass and earth as she sprinted throughout the area, wanting to strengthen herself up a bit. Her tail swayed behind her, ears flat against her head as she slowed, and settled beside a tree, licking gently at her paws to cool them off.