((Rumor is starting off a loner by the way (:))
The ice glittered on the delicate and lovely she-wolf's dark pelt, giving her more of a silvery violet coloring. Her deep hot pink eyes scanned the lands lying in front of her, while small flakes swirled around her. The heart on her hip shimmered silver, the metal chain necklace clinking together and shining a white-silver. The dark, dark midnight violet scene hair that hung over her eyes also glittered silver at the ends. All in all, it gave her that misty, phantom look as though she was just an illusion of the subconcious - Though, for many, that was all she actually was. That figure you saw with your eyes, blinked, then realized you only saw with your mind. She was mystic, seemingly the kind who practiced magic, a master of the unknown, creator of the abnormal. Rumor chuckled. "Yes, I am quite abnormal, aren't I?" she replied to her thoughts. Those deep, mesmorizing pools of hers caught the sight of an unfamiliar pack camp, while her wet, leathery nose savored in the smell of wolves. The question appearing in her mind, was to enter or not. Consiquences could include injury, even death maybe, or making a complete fool of herself. But, her curiousity getting the better of her, Rumor promptly decided that the perks that could come of this were quite larger than the consiquences. She loomed around the border, her figure now completely silver due to the way the light shimmered on her, the way the snow and ice swirled around, and just her talent to make herself appear to be paranormal; Now, Rumor looked more phantom or figure of the imagination or maybe even seemed just a rumor, than the actual, stunningly beautiful and oddly mysterious she-wolf she was.