The Tangle You're dead, Gwen Stacy

Gwen knew she shouldn't be so far away from her pack. It was dangerous, she didn't know the area. Yet still her curiousity got the best of her. She glanced around her with an impressed smile. This was a pretty place, though the winter chill had left snow lying everywhere on the frozen ground. She loved snow. Snow had always been something that fascinated her. Whether it was the way it seemed to swallow the ground whole, or the way it formed tiny frost crystals, she didn't know. But either way it was greatly admired by the she-wolf.

She walked, engrossed in her thoughts, not noticing anyone around her.