North padded slowly through the heavy snow, each pawstep becoming more painful and tired. Her ribs showed plainly through her coat, her eyes were half-lidded, and she moved as though a stiff breeze might bring her down. Panting in effort, the dark sky seemed to swim every time she could manage to lift her head. She'd only been a wolf for about a month, and being solitary during that time had cost her nearly every meal. North knew that the creature who had bitten her had been a werewolf, but she still had no knowledge as to how to return to her human form and was becoming too weak to even attempt at this point.

An unfamiliar scent hit her nose, interrupting her thoughts. Wearily, she looked up and spotted an apparently agitated woman laying down in the snow ahead. North approached her hesitantly, submissive body language coming to her instinctively. She looked at Sasha and wondered if she should perhaps try to run.