The snow whipped harshly at your skin, unprepared for the cold that embraced you. Losing the pack miles back had been a mistake to start with.

Traveling so far away and ending up in a whole new territory of the valleys? That was a bigger mistake.

Canyon, a high warrior of his pack, was unrelenting when it came to strangers. He had been sent out to hunt for the rest, and so he did.

His bow was rigid, and the arrow lined up just below the pair of ears he saw behind bushes. It missed by a mere slice when you had toppled over a branch, and he stiffened at the realization.

You weren't a mere animal, but someone like him. Just.. not from his territory.