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The cold wind of winter howled through the trees as Mictec padded silently across the snow-covered ground, her dark fur a sharp contrast against the white expanse. The world around her was quiet—too quiet. The pack she had begun to build was still small, just a handful of wolves, but she could feel the weight of the coming season pressing down on her. Winter was harsh, and if she didn’t find new members soon, she feared they might not make it through.

Her body moved gracefully through the snow, each step purposeful. She had learned to trust her instincts over the years, knowing that sometimes silence said more than words ever could. The cold wind whipped her dark fur, but she barely noticed it. In fact, the chill seemed to suit her—just like the silence.

Her thoughts turned to her small, but fiercely loyal pack. They had followed her out of respect, not fear, and that meant more than anything. But even so, they were small and in desperate need of food, and more importantly, a healer.

Her ears twitched at the distant sound of a twig snapping, but she did not flinch. Mictec enlisted the assistance of @Aitana, wanting to access her strengths and to find a role that she would be the best assest for. The small layer of snow had formed over night and the dark clouds above meant more was to come.

The winter would be hard for any lone wolf—too hard she thought to herself.

Her marigold eyes scanned the landscape, and a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her. Mictec believed in the potential of her pack, in the unity it could bring, and the protection it could offer. But that was a dream, and dreams needed the strength of others to become reality.

This is not just survival, Mictec said aloud This is a beginning.