• I looked at the moonlight lit sky. My heart ached at the memory of my lost pack. I felt cold inside, like as if I had frozen. Maybe I was an ice block because the air outside was chilly and still. There wasn't a rustle to indicate life, but I could smell the squirrels and birds. I could still scent the faint smell of my comrades, barely detectable. I wonder why they left me alone in the darkness of this dreary place. A tear slid down my furry gray face as I settled down, into the white, pure snow. It was cold, of course, but my thick fur helped me stay warm. I looked up at the sky again and tried not to howl all my miseries to the moon that was sending rays of milk on me. My fur became white when it reflected the light and I remembered my leader. His radiant white hair, swirling, as he commanded the pack, leading them to safety. Or his blue, puppy-like eyes when he said words of kindness. I remembered my best friend, who had glinting furious fangs when he was protecting me. I remembered his body against mine as I cried over the cubs that I had lost forever, comforting me with rough licks. I remembered my elder sister. She was pitch black, like the shadows of the trees and of the rocks on the night of a new moon. She would scold me with a harsh voice, scowling, but she would also smile at me cheerfully, with her tongue out in a wolfish grin that always made me laugh. They were my family and I felt so lonely without them. They were my blanket, my protectors. And I loved them. As I began to doze off, I wondered, "Where are they now?"