She was not good. She was not good at all. She was not good and she was scared. Ally thought getting to the mountain would be easy enough, that she could make it back to her grandma and find her dad. Only, the mountain was harder to climb than she expected. The snow was deep and the wind was frozen and then the skies opened up and she got turned around and by the time she got her bearings the mountain was further away than ever.
Ally was young, but she knew she needed help... and she knew she smelled wolves. They were far away but she forced herself to keep walking, to push through her fatigue and hurt, until she finally stumbled upon a border. She halted, her dad's words about being polite running through her mind. Exhausted, her haunches plopped to the ground and she gave a weak call.