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Snow...snow was cold, and when it mixed with mud it became an unforgiving sludge. The sludge that got in between her toes. She hated that feeling, she hated winter. The only good thing about the winter months was that a vast majority amount of prey was out and about hunting for food.

The lady kept her blue eyes tried on the ground under her, listing to the sound of her feet moving over the ground in a rhythmic pattern. The snow and mud mess made her normal light steps sound like she was about an extra 100 pounds overweight and the gracefulness of a pup. She sneered. Her normal bitter mood was so much worse today.

Her nose picked up a scent, it was strong, it was bitter..a smell of water and salt. It brought a small shimmer of calmness of feeling to the tricolored lady. She gave a shake of her head. No...she knew she was worthless to a pack, she was a killer. She could kill a pup and not have a ping of guilt. If that was what she was...she did not need to be in a pack.

Again a push hit her, a push to make her walk further, push herself harder. She snarled, baring her teeth at nothing and no one that was around her. The Sawtooth lady pushed her pink nose down, as she could feel the power around the lands. It was like an invisible force-field. The lady sat...she would sit and wait. If