Snow, despite her name, hardly travelled as fast as the flurries of a fabled blizzard, for her legs were weaker than most.

She was still within pack territory when the night fell to her, a suffocatingly thick, dark cloud that only the cry's of flighted owls could separate, for the nighttime threads were woven thick.

No, they weren't. No one had crafted the night. The night just was and will be.

Howls that cut through the hard night air served as a reminder that if Snow was discovered by a Scout she would be treated as a loner, not as the Alpha's daughter.

That glimpse into her future shook her, knocking her over as if it had been standing next to her. When she turned, she saw nothing.

Next to Snow was the misty grey night.

She almost created a child blizzard herself, as she fell to the ground and threw up its covering blanket.

There, in the nest of the earth, she slept.