Willow waded through the water, it felt icy cold... and balto hadn't even noticed her when tundra came, willow stopped in the middle of the shallow lake and looked down into the water at her silvery blueish paws, she sighed and sat down, she had never felt more alone in her life... even when her parents.... no... she shouldn't remember that...
Balto acknowledged,"I'm not good, upon meeting new male wolves, because in my pack that was my family's, my father took in a extremely bi-polar male, and he nearly killed me, till my mother Shooting Star, killed him, before she passed away from her injuries she'd took."