His daughter made him so proud, she wore the spirit of everything he had achieved like a second furry coat.

Not like her own fur, which she can never leave behind.

The minor injuries that had attempted to shred her skin-bound fur flank were treated by the pack Delta. It was unfortunate that Snow had noticeably weak legs, but the pack could compensate.

It was the soul of what he had achieved, how he had turned his tail to nature, how nature rolled over to him, her belly bare to his teeth.

His mate, the female Alpha, licked her daughter along her ears, as if her tongue was sunlight gracing the sides of a mountain.

A long, high mountain, white as the area of nature for which the wolf it rested upon was named.

It was poetic - a luxury that his pack could had carved into their sights, backlit by the ever-falling snow, plummeting in clumps.