PREFATORY
You've been traveling for days with luck of nothing but snow. The feelings of starvation grips your stomach as you drag yourself through the snowy mountain. Your frost bitten paws are numb beneath you. A flash of something darts in your peripheral vision. The feeling of hope starts to arise in your chest. You see a small white rabbit sitting in the mounds of white snow. You slunk forward, preparing the rest of your remaining energy for attack. Just as you go to pounce, a weight pulled you down midjump. You feel the blood roar in your ears.
"Who do you think you are? Where do you come from? How did you find us?" A grey white she-wolf growls in your face. You blink. Your body shivering with fear, cold and exhaustion.
"I-I...I don't know." You exhale shakily. "I don't even know where I am."
The she-wolves amber eyes glace at you up and down. She slickly moves off you. "Follow me. I'll take you to our camp."
With that the wolf turns and bounds down the snowy plains...
Will you follow? Or will you run in fear?
