Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

Whisper had met many lone wolves in her time here and none had been nearly as nice as him. She too noticed the tree's and began to speak up. "I have a den over that way...." The young she-wolf pointed her head west. "Your welcome to stay until the storm passes if you'd like." She thought it would of been rude as to leave him out here in the harsh weather, seeing as he had been kind to her.