The forest was silent as the wind buffeted the trees, leaves. The ground dirt felt hard and frost bitten, while the icey wind chilled the fur's of all animals in the area.
A gray Psuedo wolf walked through the forest, her silver pelt shimmering from the cold and her sea blue eyes glazed from tiredness. She glanced around the frosty area as she came to an open clearing.
"Where are they?" The female wondered, outloud, "wheres my pack? This is our camp! So where'd everyone go?"
The female wolf sniffed the air, with her shiny black nose slicing through the wind, but there wasnt even a faint scent...