Razorback Ridge Winter at it's finest

Ace’s quiet contemplation was interrupted by Whisper’s voice. He could hear her voice echoing across the woods. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder, gazing reflectively at the brownish-orange wolf. He was surprised that she was actually following him from path to path. Shouldn’t she be scared of him? Ace thought he would never see her again, especially after what he did to her, but he was wrong. She was still there, running after him as if she was looking for her best friend. The black wolf didn’t know what to say next. He already apologized to Whisper, but was it enough? I don’t think so.. He remained quiet and mused in the cold wind. His visage and black fur was being gradually covered by snowflakes. Lowering his skull, he was trying to remember why he woke up so brusquely. Ah. He remembered now. He had a terrible nightmare about his father hurting his beloved mother. He felt discontent when he thought about the nightmare because this tragedy had already happened to him in his childhood. He couldn’t find a way to forget about his past. However, he was feeling more than discontent when he thought about Whisper. He almost hit her at the den. How terrifying… Ace gave her a pathetic glance. He was still quiet as a heart that beat no more.