Frost fell unusually early this year,only few creatures get their paws ready for the chilling weather.Silver light reflected from the fallen snow was barely visible,yet shimmering everything on the land.
Nearby the river, a soft whine came out from a well-hidden and protected den,apparently not a big one,small enough to hide under an old fallen tree.A mother wolf curled up around her only son,showing her strong protection and motherly towards her new-arriving cub.The young she-wolf looked at her cub like all mothers do,gentler than breeze.However,there was guilt in her dull eyes,mixed with complete sadness and regret,she would have to make the pack believe her,and the secret could not be revealed for the best,she must have her son living beyond a shocking fact,shadowed by it forever.
