The southern region of this vast land was heavy laden with snow -- far too much for one as young and alone as the girl who walks through the forest now. Little had she known at the time that this area was far worse. While navigating in the tracks of the woodland deer was a smart and easy move, the raging blizzard took away most of the effectiveness of her strategy.

She squinted her eyes against the whipping winds of the storm, ducking her head every now and then as a frail pine branch flew past. This wasn’t ideal. Not at all! Her puppy coat was barely enough to keep her warm and the deep tracks of the deer were quickly being disheveled and covered back up. She was tiny enough that she could hardly hold her own against the wind itself, much less all else. Yet, she was a persistent little wolf and pushed onward beneath the dancing green boughs.

Snapjaw continued on in this way until she could hardly feel her paws any more. She stopped to look down and make sure that they were still there and not numb, bloody nubs left from her stubbornness to brave the weather. She was lost in a wall of white and finding shelter would be next to impossible. Her head lifted as she tried to look around her before ducking back down and wincing. The cold wind and the flying snow hurt her eyes too much to see anything. It was then that her bravery cracked and a small whimper bubbled up from within her. Once it started it was hard for her to stop and she sat down with her back against the wind, head hanging low, with a constant whine and tears in her eyes.

She was going to die here, after all that she had made it through, she was going to die... right… here.