☃ 1st pawprint.

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[White Fang looked around and scented the air, for all appearances a large, lone gray wolf. There was no breeze at all, no movement nearby. Those strange smelling human children, that woman who acted nothing like a squaw... They must have brought him somewhere else. He found himself on a foreign surface, no texture beneath his paws, nothing at all like the Wild or the human camps and forts he'd experienced thus far.

He continued moving, alert for game - he'd need to eat soon. Although old enough to be confident, he was still afraid of the unknown, and remained cautious.]