A story about a certain lone wolf, a wolf with fur the colour of crimson. This fur, was the origins of his name, Red.
Along his journeys, Red encounters a series of troubles and mishaps along his quest, a quest for a place to belong, though it has taken him far and wide, he finally stumbles into a snowy forest, coincidentally bumping into what seems to be another pack. It was no ordinary pack, it differed from others, some could say it to be... magical...
But not only did he find that pack, he also found... hunters...
The wolf finds himself wound up with the pack's problems though, where his life of solitude and independence, all ended in a moment's pass...
Animals long ago respected one another. Were equal and fair to one another. Even humans, when they were like us. Creatures hunted and built shelter for survival, and nothing else. Many generations past, and humans have evolved with greed. They now refer to themselves as superior, and break the ancient rules. Only kill to survive. Young Snow's pack has become one of the many targets, whereas members were killed every once and a while. Now, Snow's pack was forced to be always on the move, to avoid such an atrocity. Finding enough food during winter was a miracle, but finding a safe home would be a dream.