Whitefish River To the place that I have longed and dreamed for

He looked down onto the lump of snow. "It did feel weird when a held it too hard," he stated. It made his fangs sting when they sunk in told too deep. This snow was a weird little thing. It had so many properties he had yet to discover.

Out here, there was so many new things to come across. He doubted that he would ever be able to discover such things if he hadn't left. "I remember, I used to live in a dark place. A dark place with bad wolves. I don't think they could ever enjoy this." He didn't believe they could enjoy anything. Thinking of Blackfeather had reminded him of Xan. That pack had probably poisoned his mind by now.