Without a name to call her own, the she-wolf found solace in the sounds of the wolf dogs up the hill from her spindly territory, Just a few yards across, enough to keep her sheltered in an overhang surrounded by rotting logs.. She slept her days away, starved and thin.
Sometimes she'd venture up the hill and sniff the other animals, never daring to get close enough to be seen, but definitely close enough to be smelled, she'd wander the array of cages and long for the companionship these animals had.
SIlvery white eyes shone in the darkness as she traversed the world around her with soft, albeit painful pawpads that sometimes left drops of blood in their wake. She knew come morning they would sniff her out and she'd be destined to run farther than her shelter to evade them.
Funny, how that worked. Leaving just to avoid the potential for the friendship she yearned for.
Thundersnow
Thundersnow