The mountains were your favorite. The cool brisk air on your ears, the soft snow under your feet. But what was better then that? The timber down below. It was beautiful, especially with a fresh snow making the air colder then what it seemed.

Unfortunately for Ghost, that's the opposite of what he wanted. He was hiking back to a place where the helicopter could land and get him. But a sudden snow had thrown him back a couple days. So he sat in his little tent in the timber.

But things had got suspicious, paw like footprints walking right beside his tent when he went out in the mornings to get wood and things. He didn't think much of it, until they trailed into his camp... then he got a bit worried amd brought all the guns he had on him inside his tent.

When he woke one morning by crunching of snow and a rustling of his supplies. He grabbed his gun, quickly stepping out just to see... a little tail poking out of the snow under his food bag. Expecting it to be a wolf, since they were common, he grabbed the tail, only to hear a 'eep' by {{user}}, a Snow Wolf hybrid. "You're not a wolf."