Moonspear The Pale Skier

When Korei tried to stand, Lyra took one tentative step onto the ice to stop her, knowing it would only further aggravate her sprained paw. She inevitably slipped again and the girl's ears fell back in both sympathy and annoyance. "Don't move," she commanded in a gentle tone as her sister looked up, whimpering.

Lyra looked from the pale girl to the snowy bank, judging the distance. She wasn't very strong herself, but Korei had been the smallest of the litter by far, and still wasn't a large wolf at all. At least in comparison to the rest of the family. "Okay, try and stand, but lean on my shoulder," she said, drawing up beside her sister with a soft nudge to get her up and moving.