Snow was filled with a blizzard, for her first hunt awaited her, and she would finally be inducted into the Hunters, no longer a gnawing Scout.

The two furs she wore - that of her own and that of the cold snow, shielded her from the harshest of the winter breeze.

Winter was her most anticipated season, she was like a chameleon who had strayed from the rainforest.

Mighty, she was, free from any scars and ruled, just like any other wolf, by her belly, which needed to be filled.

Blue, the snow was, as the daylight filtered through it.

She knew that now she must not be fleeting like the snow that gave its name to her, but she must be like the Moon that embodies the spirit of her pack.

The first-born pup of the Alpha male would finally prove her Honour, she would bring down a reindeer, on her own, and share it with her pack.

She might have to go hungry, but there was Strength in hunger.

Belly low, grazing the ground with silken fur, clothing it

Snorts and whooshes sounded, heart pumped loud

Run, fast, grab, take down

Tear, red, blood smell

Doe, slash

Eat.