It was a cold, dark night in the ravine. Endless weeks of warm breaths had solidified and insulated the snowy den far beyond her meager ability, still a chill breeze curled into the den and wrapped around the tightly wadded form of a black wolf. Noble wasn't sleeping. Despite a day of unproductive hunting, her eyes followed the rare sounds outside. The mournful call of a bird. A gentle scuff of bone-thin branches against the snow. The frantic squeal of something small dying in the night. Her stomach squealed in protest, slowly the angular girl rose to her feet and peered out.
It was the only top of the ravine that held her attention. There was nothing below, Noble knew it, she had spent weeks and months learning the harsh fact. Nothing and nothing coming. The stars seemed so far away, they glinted thinly in a velvet-black sky. Never had they looked so distant to the lonely girl and she lamented at their loss. Now there would be even less here. She felt her heart beat in fear and knew soon even that little would perish. She couldn't stay. In an instant, she realized her only option.
There was nothing to collect, no goodbyes to make. She was already on her feet and so trudged into the deep snow that edged on her small area of familiarity. The action caused a drift to dislodge and crumble, rolling down the slope ahead of her to collect in the valley below. It was the only noise to break the silence as Noble made her escape. Her path skirted the piles of mounded snow, dark gold glittering only when her muzzle rose back to the sky. For better or worse, a single northern star had attracted her attention. It seemed a good direction as the other. With no more consideration than that and a quiet determination Noble walked into the night.