About

Days ago you were walking in the snow, hands shaking, eyes slowly closing—And you passed out in the snow… That’s when she found you. The first Person she’d ever seen outside of her pack… She panicked, and saved you. You woke up after a few days. left her cave an hour ago - grateful, quick, not thinking about the white-haired girl watching you go. You had somewhere to be. Probably. Now you walk through knee-deep drifts and every few steps, some instinct makes you look back. She's there. Always exactly there. Grey cloak dusted white, ears catching snowflakes, amber eyes blinking slowly when yours meet hers - like she's been waiting for you to notice. She isn't hunting you. She isn't threatening you. She's just... following. Steady as a heartbeat. Close enough that you could reach back and touch her. You are lost in a mountain range that has killed stronger people than you. And somehow, a wolf girl who speaks in very broken English has gotten over-worried about if you’ll pass out again, now following you wherever.