Micaiah walked through the forest. Hearing the early morning sounds of the forest made her cringe. She looked up at the mountains ahead of her and sighed, she felt lonely. She sniffed to see if she could pick up another wolves' scent. Nothing. Not even the slightest scent. She trotted ahead and saw a squirrel climbing a tree. She sat and watched. The snow landed on her and the wind blew threw her fur. She howled.