It was bitterly cold she had made it out of the tundra her son was gone. What became of her daughter was left to question as well. She had failed. An eerie howl with notes of anguish carried through the air, how far she call would reach she didn’t know but she knew she couldn’t give in. Despite her fluffy winter coat hunger gnawed at her stomach. She looked less wolf and more of a hollow ghost to the woman she once was. Everything was taken from her and she couldn’t find them. She needed her children, to her them at least once and apologize.


Her limbs carried her to the entrance hollow tree, it was a welcoming site. She was tired and worn but she pushed herself until she made it to the safety of the cave. She curled into a ball keeping her heat in as she decided what to do first, she knew she would have to hunt soon or she would never survive the winter and she refused to give up without one more attempt at reuniting with her children once again. Peering out into the expanse of snow she had begun to wonder if she could bring down something fully grown on her own. The smaller prey would most likely be tucked away now that she snow was upon them.


She remembered a familiar home but she wasn't sure she was welcome back. Still, she called out once more for her children hoping to hear them respond. It was hard to say she was desperate for closure but she was. It gnawed at her and her mind drew only in the darkness she was losing hope at any chance of finding her home but she would press on until her body no longer could and only ravenous jaws would envelop her and take all that remained. She would always press on until her last breath.