The Tangle mostly void, partially stars

Maybe it was because she was raised differently, words we rarely muttered within her family. The only language they all knew was the one they could say with this bodies, a quick look of the eyes, a long flash of teeth. No matter the gesture, she could figure it out. Her name, and her brother's, were really the only things her mother might say. Her father was mute, just like herself so he was the one to teach her the most.

She missed them, wished the tragedy had never struck their home. She longed for her brother's fur against her as they slept,  had she not been good enough to be his companion?

Quickly the child shook her skull, those thoughts had no place in her mind. Instead she let her pumpkin and olive gaze wander, from the glittering snow to thebrown and silver wolf.. wait! There was another wolf! Her nostrils flared as the scent of a pack reached her, this girl belonged somewhere but wht was she here and not there? Concern colored her features as she watched the slightly younger canine, watched as she collapsed on the ground. 

In an instant she was running, her paws kicking up snow in her wake until she reached the larger girl. Without thinking she curled around her, and if she did not move she would place her head before her front paws as her body wrapped around her back half. Dual colored eyes looked down at her as she gave her a quick push with her ivory streaked nose. Please, please be alright! Please wake up!