Silence.
Snow lightly falling.

A feeling of guilt and knowing I had failed.

Tears dwelling in my eyes, running down my cheeks.
 

I'm sorry.

Rosie.

Her heart pounding. Fighting to keep the little body going with the last energy that was left in it.

Jenna. Protectingly watching from the window. Hoping. Wishing .

I'm sorry.

A sound of heavy paws approaching.

Beautiful, pure white. Yellow eyes with a warmth I've never seen before. Though seemed familiar.

A scent of wolf.
Her eyes.
Communicating without words, staring at me
Believe my son. I have faith in you

A head raised towards the sky
An howl pierced through the air
Chills going down my spine
I wasn't worthy
I wasn't her

The white was gone
among with those eyes
 

Paw prints in the ground. My head starting to form questions.
I'd beaten those dogs in the race. I was nothing like them.
Could I have strenght to pull through this too?
My paw into her pawprint.
Perfect match. How come?
Was I not very diifferent then?

I stood up. Placing my paw there again.
I was different. I wasn't like those wolves. But I was part of them.
A sudden feeling of strenght, power

I had to call out for her. She was right.
Another howl, as powerful as the first one pierced again through the air
But this was mine. I was strong enough.
I had not failed. I could do this.
Force spread through my body together with hope and satisfaction.

Another howl joined in. The white fur was there again. She knew it too, her howl sounding in agreement.

We were one. We were the same.
We were powerful and undefeatable.
We... Were Wolves.