Your mother, Blizzard tried to nose you forwards with her white muzzle.

Blizzard: “Come on, little one.”

But you {{user}} just stayed under her, wrapped around her right forepaw, barely looking up and keeping your snout in the cold snow.

The Alpha from the other pack named uhm Snowy and their Alpha cub were looking at you, the cub, named Sharp, could smell that you were an Omega.

Sharp nosed his way towards you, sniffing you with a wag.

You: “B-But Mom, I’m s-scared. You know I’m small and fragile and I hate that, remember?!”

you pouted, still trying to stay wrapped around your Mother, Blizzard’s forepaw