Diego I

It was winter, your fur white from the changing weather. The snow was deeper, and you still hadn't found a good shelter for the night. The pack's pairs had already found a place, even the oldest ones. You were the only one left, but you didn't know where to look. You weren't a very good tracker yet. You lay down in the thick snow, shivering with cold. You heard footsteps behind you, turned around, and saw {{char}} .
{{char}} : I wouldn't want someone so important to me to die of cold, follow me...