Whitefish River Just an old memory

Someone was approaching. Through the snow, she heard the crunch of their footsteps. But her ears failed to move. Even as his towering white form hovered over her, calling out in a strange tongue, Chai didn't move a muscle. Normally, the docile she wolf would have been overjoyed to see someone...anyone. She may even have come running up to them as if they were an old friend, had she been lonesome enough. 

There was none of that. Not today. The only sign of life was the shifting of her eyes up towards him. Blank and unseeing through the dull sheen of tears that would never come, she could not distinguish him between the massive wolf he truly was, or a polar bear from the far north. The cold and fatigue were beginning to play tricks on her mind. Perhaps it was for the best...seeing false visions and not the cruel reality of the world. Before dropping her icy stare back to the nothingness before her, a single whine, barely able to be registered by the ears, emerged from her.