Frost walked SUPER CAREFULLY through this new territory. She knew if an enemy wolf even caught a WHIF of her scent, she’d be brutally killed, after being taken to the pack leader. “I hope I don’t die. If I die, my whole family is dead. I’m the last surviving member of my family,” thought Frost, when she caught a fimillier scent. “Mother?” Said Frost, lifting her head. “Frost?” Said Frost’s mother from the bushes. “I thought you were dead!” Said Frost, barreling into her mother. “I missed you. And, guess what?” Said Frost. “Yes, dear?” Said Frost’s mother. “I got myself accepted into a pack! We’ll be safer, now!” Said Frost. “Don’t trust them. And keep your voice down. Take me to whoever accepted you in,” said Frost’s mother. Frost smelled her way out of the enemy territory, and lead them back into her home ground.(147 words) As Frost walked, she couldn’t help thinking: was the rest of her family out there, somewhere, looking for her? Were they worried about her? (171 words) Frost looked around at the scenery around her. The swaying trees, with their green leaves and rough bark. (188 words) The sky was pitch black. “So, mother. Why don’t you trust my pack?” Said Frost. “A rivalry.” Said Frost’s mother.