[Runningwind.]

It was a foggy dawn on the loping hills of snow. A wolf padded up the chilled slope.
She had recently lost her whole family to a feared hunter. The hunter's name was Jacob and he killed many wolves.
Now that her family was gone, she felt there was nothing to live for, and she had started up the snowy hill at midnight without a goodbye or a bite to eat. She was lost. No friends, no family. There was nobody to replace her best friends and close family. She was going to either deliberately get shot, or she would starve to death. She got shot a few hours later by Jacob's best friend, Henry.