Snow was wandering around. She breathed in the fresh air, the scent of prey and flowers in the breeze. She observed her surroundings. The trees, with their green leaves,all around, the river flowing, it was so beautiful. She heard a wolf call out, and went to check it out. “Don’t let it be an enemy,” she thought, as she walked toward the call. “Who’s there?” She called out to the other wolf. Nothing. As usual. “Show yourself if you want to hurt me or my pups!” Said Snow, growling. Still nothing. “Are they unconscious?” Said Snow, bounding toward the wolf.Snow lost track of where the wolf was, but had caught their scent. Snow followed the scent, until she found the wolf. It was a male wolf. He had strange stone on his leg. “What type of wolf is he?” Wondered Snow, nuzzling the other wolf. “Are you awake?” She said. (152 words) “Most importantly, are you ok?” Said Snow. “No. He needs me to carry him,” though Snow, dragging the new wolf into the Sabertooth territory. “Who are you?” She asked the other wolf, “and what happened to you? Also, why are your legs covered in stone?” She had so many questions, but didn’t want to pester this new wolf, who clearly needed help. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the wolf that accepted me into this pack,” said Snow, dragging the wolf to where she was accepted by Frost’s friend. Snow had forgotten the name for a while, but remembered when she came to the place where she had been accepted. “Achelois? I found this wolf at the edge of our territory. He clearly needs help,” said Snow.