Your paw pads crunch over the Earth as you walk, looking around in awe. Never before have you seen this land. It's beautiful. The smell of vanilla and ash fills the air. As you stand there gawking at a huge gate made of thick vines twisted together, you hear a sound just to your left. You turn quickly, almost tripping over yourself. It's a female wolf, so beautiful that you feel numb. Her eyes are an indescribable majestic violet, her pelt grey but appeared to be glowing silver in the moonlight, with mysterious blue, white and purple markings. Her body is slim and lithe, yet muscular, fit, and very, very feminine with smooth and curves in the perfect places. You stare, barely realizing that your jaw is hanging open. "What the hell are you staring at!?" A deep and intimidating voice booms behind you. You jump about a foot in the air and whirl around, then crane your neck to look up at the tall brute behind you. His appearance matches his voice, intimidating, and big. He's super muscular, with a flaming mohawk down his back, and a metal leg.
Oh shit.
"I, um, sorry.." You whisper.
The male takes a step forward, and the look in his golden eyes is enough to kill. "If I ever see you stare at Epatha like that again..." He growls.
The stunningly beautiful fae, who must be Epatha, steps forward. "Shiro, calm down." She turns those purple eyes on you, and you freeze. They may be beautiful, but they're so threatening and scary that she's even scarier than the brute, Shiro. "Don't just stand there staring. Follow us. And welcome to the Scarred Angels Pack."