The day was supposed to be calm. then the blow horn rang out. Something was wrong... everyone tromped through the snow past me, their strong legs propelling them as fast as a sharp winter wind. I was a few inches behind, I wasn't as fast, strong or as warrior like as the rest of my Settlement... I'm the Rare pure-white furred winter... and that must be why my father, the alpha kept me, and my mother who's the second and only other one with fur like mine. as we reached the alert my father babbled about plundering. I zoned out and walked away. but in the background I herd "stay frosty men".
I'll say this... my father sucks