This story begins across fields, past a mountain, past a lake, and into a thicket. The thicket ceased and there is a valley, some pine trees and growth. I would like to mention there are no wolves around these parts…… except for two. There are two wolves who live here, Frost, and Snow Pup. Our story really begins at early dawn when Snow Pup was woken by a shiny thing in the distance of where she was resting.Snow Pup was a small wolf,age she has never known,and her being pure white with one eye blue and the other,emerald green. She kept thinking of thoughts that had no answers for her like, “why are we called wolves?”; “ why do we need prey?”; “ why do trees not talk, or move for that matter?”She just kept thinking when the brightness went through the branches of the tree her mother and she slept in, which meant it was overflowing the calm darkness of the cool treeShe groaned and tried to turn around but when she turned, she didn't feel her mother's soft fur and nurturing scent. She yelped at the sudden flash of sunlight once more then groaned and she stretched her cramped, stiff joints.“It's probably snow,” she murmured to herself “it always is…It is that time…the snowy season.“ She started to move toward the entrance of the mighty willow tree, which had held her and her mother for at least one decade, called grandfather. She stopped and smiled, her mother had been building a second story with a balcony, which was already built, which made her feel smarter than most. She was already turning to move out of the tree, when one of the biggest trees roots, the one that provides warmth and shelter, ( even if it's shriveled and overgrown), was in the way. She was walking by and tripped on the root, falling in the dense, freezing, cold snow. She growled in frustration and murmured in a steaming, cold heap “Great way to start the day, tripping over grandfather.” She started to walk forward at the place passing a small tree. It was pine, so it’s needles haven't fallen out, but it's trunk looked mistreated beyond repair. A sign hangs on one of the branches, with something etched into its middle, in poor handwriting, like a chicken wrote it in chicken scratch. Judgement was one of her mother's friends,scolding her when she did something wrong,and being extremely paranoid.her mother said he was always with her and scolded her too,when snow complained,and she had to fix herself so he didn’t have to scold her. She started to back away when she looked back to see the beds they made. They were chunks of clay made by the river that you shape with your body. Her father was supposed to come so they waited for a few years, and over time it hardened until it became a solid piece of rock. Her mother was sad but never usually showed it. So, when she cried, Snow Pup was surprised. She started to feel sorry for her mother. Her thoughts clouded her, but her mother came back “Dinner!” she barked. Snow squeaked in surprise, and then yelped happily and nipped her mother, then started to eat the bird her mother caught. She remembered when she accidentally caught a sparrow and then didn't know what had happened until her mother, overjoyed, told her. She was walking in the forest,and jumped onto a branch. A bird flew around and her,being young, jumped and headbutted it in midair,bringing it to her mother. She is happy when it happened and she was pleased to think about it now. The back of her mind was burning about her father. Her mother had told of her father,but she never really asked.she just listened when her mother told her things. She knew most of the story,which she met her father in her pack,then she ran away,hating how violent it was there,and he tried to follow,but for some reason..stopped and went back. Hopeful he'll come true this time, but she hopes that the time he does come back, the time when the long journey he had been on for most of her small life, she hopes for one thing that will make her life a little happier than what she is right now... He comes home
