The grass swayed in front of the reclining white wolf languidly. It was so bright here compared to her home, amongst the dense trees - she had no real idea what had bought her here beyond her own curiosity. Mismatched eyes, one gold, the other marbled with blue stared half lidded as the doe's grazed openly, completely aware of her presence and yet unfazed. Her earliest memories were of doe's, both of the cervidae and leporidae variety. A strange wolf taking her to their cold, dead bodies in an attempt to feed her their cold, sour milk. It had been so bitter compared to the sweetness she was used to but she had been so hungry, so scared, and so she had tried to swallow the tart sustenance down.

And then one day, a stranger came and the sweetness returned. The warmth of a mother pressed tightly against her made the fear flee, chased away by the warm canine scents that surrounded her. They were different to the first, which had smelled of rocks and dirt and the fading scents of many. These scents filled her mind with trees and moss and rotting leaves, but it did not matter - for the milk that filled her mouth was warm and sweet, and she knew no harm would come to her here.

She no longer dwelled on the stranger who had tried to make her swallow rancid milk. Her mother, a beautiful white wolf, had explained that she had been stolen from them in the night by a member of the evil pack that lived nearby. They wanted to sacrifice her to their wild gods, and the sour milk must have been part of a ritual. The brothers and sister that she vaguely remembered had not been so lucky as to be recovered by the sharp nosed elder, and so she was alone, but surrounded by her family of whites and greys. She was safe again.

But now she was alone, with the wind whipping at her white fur she allowed her eyes to begin drifting shut. She had travelled such a long way, and she was very nearly home.