Broken Antler Fen I’m tired of Goofus and I’d like my Gallant back

Norah had caught a mouse for her breakfast and the only thing that prevented her from gulping it down after two or three chews was that its coat was bright white. A whim of Mother Nature - she had created something beautiful - and it had failed to thrive. Its pelt standing out stark against the brownish grey background. So much for standing out in the crowd... The poet in the she-wolf sighed, the practical wolf pushed it aside, tossed the dead mouse in the air and it disappeared in her jaws a second later. 

Had the "black sheep" produced offspring? Norah looked around, amused by the thought, but not expecting her luck to be stretched this thin. No one appeared, so she did not dwell on that thought much longer. Got to her feet and began moving southwards again. This time in search of water. A wolf can live a week without food, but water it must have. When the song of water lured her to, where the stream still run strong, not intending to give up to the ice, she caught sight of red-furred she-wolf, who just as her had stopped there to have a drink. "Good day!" Norah greeted her with a quick glance and a polite smile that did not reach the cool silver gaze of hers. She then went a little distance away and leaned down to quench her thirst.