Hard days made me

Only a few moments passed before she came upon someone. Just when she thought she was alone, someone else just had to show up. But as she approached them, she realized this young wolf really wasn't here for any trouble. It didn't look like he'd be getting up to anything; in fact, it looked like if he was left to his own devices much longer, he might die. She glanced around, wondering if there was any sign of some other soul with him. It appeared that he was completely, utterly alone, just as much as she was. She rolled her eyes, sighing - did she have to do this? Well, she couldn't really say no... She could be a cold bitch sometimes, but she wasn't just going to leave him there on his own. It was cold, it was snowing, he was certainly going to die if left alone any longer. She wasn't sure why she was doing this... it wasn't her responsibility. But she approached him, reaching down to nudge his cheek with her nose.

"Hey, wake up," she murmured somewhat softly, "Get up... Get up and I'll help you." She nudged the boy a little more fiercely. Perhaps the only reason she was doing this was because she was just alone as he was. Maybe if she'd been with her sister she'd have snuffed at his cold body and kept on walking. But today, she felt like she owed it to at least one other living being to make her existence known, to make a difference for someone else, so that she too would not fade away so easily. Hovering over the boy, who seemed just about her age, she waited to see if he would shuffle. Would he get up, or was he injured beyond what she could help him with? Well, she would find out soon, blue-flecked silver eyes scanning over his facial features, waiting for some sort of response.