BlueMoon

Frostnight shuddered because of the cold. Her fur was frozen. Her mate was surely dead. Two of her puppies were dead. Could it get any worse? It could. BlueMoon could die. They could both die. "Mama! Look! Other wolves." BlueMoon spluttered. She was right. Up ahead, there were three wolves approaching. Two of the wolves where adults, and one of them was a young puppy. "Are you lost? come with us. We can offer you shelter." The she wolf in front of her whispered kindly. "I'm Ghost, and this is my mate Spiritus. This is my son AlaskaWatcher." The three wolves brought us to a den. it contained warm animal skins and fur. "You have frostbite darling." Ghost said softly. She wrapped me up in a warm bear fur. After that, I drifted off to sleep... In the morning, we woke up and padded towards the mountains, BlueMoon and AlaskaWatcher were forming a bond. They played together as if they had known each other forever. Once we had arrived at the mountains, we made a den. I thanked them for saving our lives. "AlaskaWatcher, would you like to grow up with BlueMoon? Once you grow up, you can form a pack with BlueMoon. You can have puppies yourselves." Spiritus barked. I had agreed to raise AlaskaWatcher. They had to attend to business. They couldn't raise him themselves. All was well. BlueMoon was going to have her own pack.