serenity_hills
She knew when to pick her battles, how to survive in the harshest of winters even if just barely and she knew the laws of the street.
She was abandoned at age 13, dumped on the small city streets surrounded by an eerie fog and forest.
Stealing to get by was easy, she was small, agile and her hair, white provided the perfect cover in the long months of the snow, she didn't trust anyone, or anything.
That is all except the forest she would constantly glance at, analysing it before rethinking and turning back to her old life.
What lurks in the forest? Wolves, cunning manipulative and relentless wolves, they say if one bites you, you turn.
But is it true?
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