Juxtapose had been running all her life. It was just bad luck, really. Her father had made a few enemies in his lifetime, and though he had long since been killed by the very same wolves now pursuing her. Their rage was neverending though, and so they set upon his daughter, and she had been running ever since.
For years, she had been running. Some, she fought. She had killed many of them. She was a fighter to the core, and her speed was unparalleled besides, but god, she was weary. Her joints ached with the strain of constant use. She rarely slept in the same place for more than a few weeks. It had been a long, long time since she had a friend. Juxtapose was so tired, tired enough that there were times she considered letting her pursuers have her.
Juxtapose had run into Monochrome, quite literally, on the banks of a creek. Her pursuers had been catching up, for some time, and so Juxtapose was at a dead sprint and was completely unable to stop at the sight of the massive black she-wolf stopping for a drink. Juxtapose's luck had been so rotten for so long that she was certain she would die then and there, especially when she glimpsed the rage in the other's eyes, caught site of a gray male off to the side.
She had not expected Monochrome to turn on her pursuers, then breaking the treeline, and eviscerate them. As Juxtapose later learned, the she-wolf was fresh from the death of her brother, still grieving, still enraged, ready to kill for the sake of killing. Once she had finished, blood spattered and chest heaving, Juxtapose half-expected for the formidable she-wolf to kill her. She did not, merely sinking slowly into the creek, letting the red run in rivulets off her pelt in a moment of silence.
Perhaps it was Monochrome that saved her life, but Chasm was the one to sit Juxtapose down, to offer to lick her wounds (she declined, though she acquiesced to letting him stand guard over her while she did it herself), to explain who they were and where they were going. Monochrome was silent that first night, only offering a gruff "You're welcome" in a shockingly low voice when Juxtapose dropped her nose to the dirt before her, thanking her profusely. It was Chasm who offered to stand guard while she slept, and while Juxtapose thought perhaps he might kill her in her sleep, she was dreadfully tired. And he was so kind. She was certain that he'd make it swift.
She woke the next morning better rested than she had been in months. Chasm was asleep and Monochrome was not, rather standing solemnly at post, eyes catching on the stirring Juxtapose and staying there. "Chasm told you we're moving west. We have much to run from in these lands. I think perhaps you do as well." With a sharp movement, Monochrome tossed the corpse of a rabbit at Juxtapose's feet, still warm. The wolf did not hesitate to scarf it down, pausing between bites to reply an affirmative, to thank the she-wolf. Monochrome considered her for a moment in response.
"Come with us." At this, Juxtapose did pause, eyes snapping up. "Pardon?" She replied, mouth hanging open dumbly.
Hunter 
Hunter