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The three of them curled up side by side trying desperately to keep warm in the blizzard brewing before them, by morning their pelts would be covered with the soft snow. Joe was on Cheyanne's right, and Murray on her left, their tails overlapped and their noses covered with their frozen paws.




Cheyanne's eyes flickered open, she lifted her head and the snow atop it showered down. She huffed, lifted herself and shaking off her black pelt. Cheyanne nudged Murray's muzzle with her own, when he woke he looked up at her, yawned, stood, and shook his own pelt. "Joe, wake up.." she nudged him, and he too woke and shook himself. "What do we do first?" asked Murray, staring at Cheyanne, his head cocked to the right. "We'd better get something to eat before we get going. right Cheyanne?" asked Joe. Cheyanne nodded in response. "It wouldn't hurt, after all, we didn't get anything last night." "Ugh, don't remind me." Joe said moaning, "Let's just go. We won't get anything standing here." he added, beginning to trot off. "He's right. Let's move." Cheyanne motioned.


White was all the trio saw, the trees, rocks, ledges, everything you could imagine was covered in soft white snow. Although the it had not snowed for the past hour all three wolves felt as if the wind was carrying a dreadful blizzard their way. Joe kept looking back and forth from time to time, he wasn't sure where they were going. He was sure they were lost. "Weren't we here before?" his low voice broke the silence. "No" was the only thing he heard afterward. Joe sighed. "Alright." he didn't believe her. "Maybe we're lost," said Murray, "Besides, didn't we just pass that tree?" Cheyanne didn't even look over her shoulder to see the tree he was pointing out. "No. They're all pines. They all look the same, Murray." she knew what he wanted. He wanted to stop and plan out their next meal, then call it a night and continue in the morning. Not on Cheyanne's watch, she want to keep going. At least 'till dark.

The three of them kept on, as it got darker both Murray and Joe darted their eyes to Cheyanne, waiting for her voice to cut across in land. Nothing. Still, they went on. Chyanne suddenly stopped and darted her eyes towards an old rock ledge. "We'll bunk here tonight," her stern facial expression turned to Murray then softened. "First let's clear the snow out from under it, it'd be less cold." Murray didn't hold back the warm- hearted grin, and he certainly didn't hesitate to clear the snow. He bolted for the rock ledge and dug the snow out. Joe laughed, running over and shoving his own paws into the wet snow. Just like puppies, Cheyanne thought, but you just have to love them.

The three canines spent the night under the large rock ledge, the snow capped on top of it. Cheyanne woke to see the land in front of them was yet again covered in a soft blanket of snow. She smiled. But her smile soon faded as a gust of wind blew North and dark grey clouds rolled in, her fur swayed wildly in the wind. Cheyanne began to crawl out of the capped ledge. Her fur was only covered in a handfull of snow, which soon became none as she shook herself. Joe's eyes flickered open, and stared at the black figure in front of him. He yawned, his tounge lolled out and his ears pushed back.

"Something wrong?" asked Joe, standing and siding the she - wolf. "The clouds are rolling in from the North." said Cheyanne. Murray awoke and parted the cozy ledge, also siding the two canines. "And the wind is from the North." the she-wolf added,"It looks like we're gonna get a storm. Again." Murray groaned, he didn't like the hard blowing snow, or the harsh winds. But who did? "Let's go look for a more secure den. If it does storm, this little ledge isn't to protect us very well." said Cheyanne. "But first let's find something to eat," said the brown pelted wolf. "Joe's right." said Murray. The three canines went off, in search of food and better shelter.

The clouds seemed to linger above as the three made their way across the land, like they were waiting for them to do something important than dump snow right on top of them. The wolves traveled far, and not a single snowflake descended from the grey sky. Murray would sometimes leap onto Joe's back and both of them would roll in the snow, engaging in play. After all, it was important to have some fun on the everlasting trip. Snow, trees, rocks, and more snow was the daily routine on the journey. Cheyanne had to admit, it was really boring. No interaction from other wolves or dogs for the past five days. Not even a single coyote. Murray tackled Joe, and both of them went tumbling down a small hill of to the side. Nipping at each others ears and paws as they went down.

"Guys, be cool, huh?" Cheyanne said, trying not to laugh. She enjoyed watching these two grown wolves play as if they were pups again. Murray looked up at her, he was pinned by Joe. The brown wolf stepped over the gray wolf. Joe started to walk up the hill, towards Cheyanne. Murray lifted himself off the ground and shook his gray pelt. Cheyanne's smiled faded and she turned to the West, her ears pinned to the back of her head and her fur bristled. Both males looked the same direction, scanning for what she might be focused on. "What is it?" asked Murray. "I don't know," replied Cheyanne, fixated on whatever, "But it doesn't smell friendly. Let's go." Cheyanne took off , Joe and Murray nodded and followed the she-wolf.

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The malamute's response to his his two new minions, Cannibal and Shredder, was grim. "What do you mean gone?" his teeth bared. Shredder lowered his ears and looked towards the ground. The malamute waited for an answer. "Well, come on!" he shouted. "We tried following them... But they kept turning around and sniffing the air. We couldn't very well follow them without being caught." Shredder said. Steele's brow furrowed. "Nice. I ask you to do one little thing and you can't even do that." the malamute growled. "At least we tried." Cannibal muttered to Shredder when the two of them turned and left the malamute to despise the twins.

The next morning, Cannibal was the first to wake. Steele was second, and he was still in a bad mood. "Steele's awake." Cannibal whispered to Shredder, trying to wake his brother. "What?" Shredder rubbed his muzzle once with his paw and looked at Cannibal. "Steele's awake. You'd better get up or he's going to yell." Shredder nodded, stood, and shook his pelt. The two brothers sat next to each other, heads high and awaiting orders. Cannibal wondered how long he and his older brother would have to do this. Steele's just a dog, Cannibal thought, we could easily take him on.

"Shredder!" Steele barked, looking into the wolves orange eyes. "Steele....." Shredder said calmly, trying his best not to growl. Cannibal stared off into space when Steele called his name, "Cannibal!" Cannibal shot his head toward Steele. "Yes?" Steele rolled his eyes at Cannibal's reply. Shredder looked over to his younger brother and gave him a "you'd better listen" look. Cannibal lowered his ears, and looked at Steele. "I need you two to find those three wolves again. We can't loose them." Steele ordered. "What's so important about them anyway?" Cannibal asked, his brow furrowed. Shredder sighed and hung his head. If he could face palm, he would've.

"I can't tell you." Steele tried looking away, but he couldn't pull it off. "I... I can't tell." Cannibal didn't believe him. "Sure you can. You just open your mouth and say words. It's easy." Shredder sighed again and frowned at Cannibal. Steele also frowned, "No. It's not that easy. Just go!" The twins nodded and took off.