Lexi had never understood the appeal of being bitch. Of being someone who thrived on violence and razor-edged words. She'd prided herself on being a benevolent leader. However, after what she'd suffered at the paws of the cartel left her thirsting for vengeance. A craving that left a sour taste in her mouth even as her delicate paws brought her home.
The woman had fallen so far, endured so much at the mercy of her captors, and yet here she still stood. Albeit, in a different body. Her last one, a beautiful german shepard, had been nearly dead by the time her guards had lost interest in torturing her. Since no one had come to rescue her, even as the leader of her clan, they marked her as worthless and disregarded her as a new leader was ushered in to take her place. Ivory limbs carried the albino jaguar until she stood at the border. If you could even call it that.
Usually a scent marker created the border around her home, but it was so unkempt it was hard to distinguish it from the surrounding territory. "Hello?" she called out, fear making her assume the worse. She'd been told Wind Haven still existed, but her common sense told her otherwise.