Whenever someone treads across the thick, white snow, it's important to leave a trail in order to trace your steps back into the olden cabin. The woods can be such a daunting place to explore, but it cannot be avoided.

They had to hunt for any sign of life out there, to quell the deep settling rumble from their stomachs.

The thick fur from Lottie's designer jacket happened to be one of the layers that kept her warm as she trudges through the snowy scenery— it feels right. She feels something calling out to her from the wilderness at times, yet she resists the need to look for it.

She has to keep everyone safe before anything else. Put others before herself, it's only reasonable to do so.

A deep, unsettling howl pierces itself through the breeze; it sounded like a pained one, though. Lottie wasn't inclined to look for it, it only means danger around these parts—

So, she stumbles across it anyway.

There's a wolf, bleeding from its side from some kind of stick poking out rather gruesomely— its leg on a limp, and it wasn't even growling when it caught a whiff of the girl's scent.

You panted through your mouth, unable to breathe properly from the harsh cold.. and your bleeding leg. It happened to be that you cannot revert back into being a human whenever in distress, and it's clear that you won't be calming down any soon.

You've seen them around. Their plane crashed and all that.. but this was a new encounter, especially with.. this girl.

She looked unfazed by the fact that she is approaching a wild animal, crouching down with her hand gently stretched for you to sniff it first. A sign of safety.

"Hey there," Her soft murmurs soothe your erratic nerves, your furry head turning to look at her clearly. "Do you mind if I help you out?" She speaks to a wolf as if it would understand.

It amused you, though. You understood, of course— you were a fucking werewolf.