[[Woo... this is advancing pretty far!]]
*Scarback limped in a vauge sort of manner through the trees. Snow was just beginning to fall, but already it was becoming cold. Not even a streak of light had appeared upon the horizon, and only by starlight and moonlight she made her way. A little burrow lay in the leaves, and she crawled in, shivering in pain and cold. All at once, she heard something moving in the burrow, making a sliding, grinding noise against the dirt.
She backed out a bit, and a chunk of the ceiling fell in.. the little bit of light streaming through revealed horrible, yellow eyes and a long, wavering tongue. A snake! It made to strike, but she was already running, stumbling on the odd step, her paw and back pained. She came to rest on a sort of cliff, overlooking a large and somewhat snowy pine forest. A slate sort of rock supported her, and from here Scarback had a view of the entire area. Maybe there are others, she thought, but remembering that her own pack would kill her upon her return, she would not risk a howl for help. Instead she gave another howl, quite different, one of the quirks the alpha of her pack despised her for. It said,
Where are the grasses, long in the wind? Where is the sound of the howl of a friend? Where are the bones of the deer left behind? Where, now, am I, at the bitter end?
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