Chapter 33 The Midpoint

• Crescent
• Crescent ran out the door and fell into the fluffy white snow that enveloped the ground. She rolled around in it for a while before deciding to run around the forest to see if she could hunt anything for them to cook later that night. A deer sounded the best tasting but would be the hardest to catch since they migrated towards warmer weather, but a small chunk tended to stay because they were able to find food.
• She stalked around the forest for a bit before she started hearing something approaching, she assumed it was a herd of something coming near, as wolves didn’t come out this far unless they were loners, and that was few and far in between. She carefully hid herself in the brush and watched as a pack of about four wolves came running through, and one must have scented her because they all stopped, and the one in charge looked directly at her… she had forgotten that they had dyed her fur brown and black. She didn’t hide well in the snow anymore.