I struggled beneath the icy snow. I know there is no hope left....

I break free, only from instinct. I fall, and cannot help but to cover my face, and lie, never to rise again. I have let down the team, all my journey has ended, as will the town of my home.

A sound awakes me, and the smell of pine. I am startled, and look up. Before me, outlined in the pelting snow is a wolf. The largest, whitest wolf. His eyes are golden, and surrounded in grey. He throws back his head, and howls... a sound I have not heard in many years echos through my mind.

I turn away. He is of no help, I have shamed my town. The medicine lies broken and dead - dead as the soul of my hometown.

But wait! There, amidst a pile of snow, the box lay unbroken. Could there still be hope?

I know to stand and see would be the best chance... I look and see. The tears in my eyes are greater than ever before, and I look towards my brother. The paw print of the wolf stands before me, large and uncovered. I cover it with my paw, I am a wolf... the wolf.... It fits.

I raise my head in pride and joy, the tears rushing now. I know I am triumphant, and I sing loudly. My founder returns, and joins me, in the cry to tell the world alone... no matter how differenr we are, we are one, all together.