Moonspear Never did I

Alaska was touring the land on her own, trotting through the perfect blanket of snow and leaving her mark for the next few hours, until another blanket is placed on top. She hasn't had much communication with the other wolves in this pack, but she wasn't the most social wolf around. In fact, it didn't bother her the slightest if not every wolf in the pack didn't know her name. Even though it was a slightly smaller one than most. 

She camouflaged perfectly in this atmosphere, versus the deep forest where she had a meeting with a dark wolf, her pelt giving her no concealment in such a dark area. Unlike Dash, the wolf she had encountered, who was so dark she almost walked past him when following his scent. 

Speaking of bold coats, Alaska spotted a small red wolf standing out, quite remotely, in the whit canvas laid out by the winter. It was almost peculiar to see such a thing so different, and contrasting so strangly.