
She stopped in the forest, the usually soft grass brittle with frost. She watched him as he spoke, her ears pricked, her eyes scanning the area around her for another. She looked back at him, her tail softly swaying. "What is your idea?" She asked her voice a whisper as she watched him. Her eyes bright with the hope of a way to save the pack.
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Storm sighed as he stood up and stretched, the longer white fur of his stomach brushing his den floor as he stretched with a yawn. He stepped out of his den, his white eyes narrowed against the wind that brushed across the pack's camp. He turned and walked to the river, following the sound of the water running over the rocks. His ears were pricked as he followed the sounds over the howl of the wind.









