[i]Cold.[/i] That was the only word that ran through the cub's head, as he walked around by himself. James had nobody any more, as his parents had left him just days ago. The tiny cub was a little cold, and was currently attempting to find shelter. His white coat shimmered a little as he walked, damp in the rain.

James' little paws carefully trod a path through the forest, sometimes believing that he had found a cave, but finding it only as large rocks that loomed over him as he neared them. Eventually, he gave up, and fell to the ground, cold. His tiny head looked around, seeing if there was anything nearby, but his hopes had plummeted down in the past while. Just as his head reached it's end point before he would have to physically turn around, the cub spotted two wolves, one looking a tiny bit distressed, or scared. James couldn't put his finger, well, his paw on it. James turned himself so he could get a better look at the pair, just staring at them scared, not daring to walk any closer.