The beautiful she-wolf that had padded into the den had fur of snow and eyes of amber. And when she saw Shadow, she spoke sweetly.

"Hello dark-fured one. My name is Iceberg. I have been told to examine your wound, may I do so?"

He nodded and grew tense when Iceberg came over to take a look at his wound. Then she broke the silence. "I suggest that you get some rest while I find something to put on your leg." He took her advice, even though he had slept before the three wolves found him. And when she left, Shadow could do nothing but fall asleep.

When he awoke, Shadow's leg felt unusual. When he looked at it, he noticed it was wrapped in large leaves. Licking and sniffing his wound, Shadow didn't even notice two wolves pad into the den. "He is fine, and will be a great pack member." It was Iceberg and some other wolf that Shadow had not met. Then the new wolf spoke. "Ah, Shadow, I hope you're feeling fine. I have come to welcome you to my pack.

"What? I am a rogue! With nothing but the fur on my back, my teeth, and claws. I need no pack!" Was all he could spat back.

"I thought you would be glad. But its your choice. To have the comfort of family, or the comfort of the dirt." Were the wolf's last words before stalking out.