Tormented Tarns Unwelcoming welcome

"The same to you," Sarah told the stranger, who seemed to be very keen on being on her way, despite her warnings. She could have told that her beaten and battered look was because of those hostile packs in the west, but, why point out the obvious?

Her gaze followed the black and white she-wolf, until she was nothing but a black dot against the horizon. Then she got to her feet carefully, stretched, while wincing, where the skin was sore and inflamed, turned around three - four times and curled up again for a nap. She did not feel that well yet to continue her journey.

While she slept soundly, the snow began to fall and soon the grayscale she-wolf was hidden under a soft, white blanket, made of fluttering snowflakes.