Shadow made his decision. He was to be a pack member. This was not like him though. All the generations before him were loners, going as far back as his great, great grandfather. But he seemed to be a changed wolf, very much unlike his father.

Shadow spent the next few days getting to know the pack and trying to fit in. But they were not easily bought. Few trust him yet, leaving him the talk of the month. Adjusting to pack life is not so simple, and his legs still wish to run on his own through the wilderness. But what is stopping Shadow? He is healed, and has the hunger for the hunters that first wounded him. Shadow was unsure of was holding him back. Until he saw Iceberg again.

"How are you feeling today, Shadow?" Iceberg said as she padded up to him one day, her fur as white and snowy as the day he first saw her.

"I'm fine. Its not as easy as it seems to be a pack member. I just hope they will accept me."

She then layed down beside me, and rested her head on mine. She was my first love.