As the night went on into the morning Norway didn't leave Iceland alone for a minute. He kept watch over his little brother trying to make him comfortable. Everyone else was asleep however Sweden picked up his head and growled.
Everyone got up and looked around, "What is it Sve?" Finland asked looking at him, "Other wolves." He growled and got up. Norway stood in front of Iceland, Finland in front of him and Sweden and Denmark in the front. They were in a warning position ready to fight.'
A carmel colored wolf stuck his head in, "Yo guys!" He greeted, "America?" Denmark bark in confusions, "Why are you this far north?" America was followed by four other wolves, they all looked like they were starving. Finland felt his heart break at the sight of the starving others.
"There is no food father south, all the heards have been hunted so we followed the remaining ones up north." America frowned, "We are all starving." He whimpered. The other wolves eased up and walked toward the weak allies. Russia was carrying China on his back, the darker furred wolf looking close to death. England was limping and looked like he had been bitten on the leg by something.
Finland helped Enlgnand lay down, "We the food here is scarce too, though if we combined our power maybe we could get more food?" He suggested and the rest nodded, "Norway?" America asked walking, "Who are you-?" He finally saw Iceland, "Oh... what happened?" He asked, "Hunting accident." He muttered laying down by his brother.
"Well since we are together for right now... we might as well try to get along." Denmark said.
