I don't need saving!

She shivered in the chill of the Spring morning. Spring seemed a terribly inaccurate word. The world had gone from Winter, to a deeper, chillier version of itself. Snow coated the land more furiously then before. The growing season had been pushed aside, and the world was sadder for it.

She surveyed the snow-buried thick-rooted forest for a moment, before moving forward. She wiggled her way under the first set of winding branches. Misjudging it, she knocked her head lightly against the underside, and a small avalanche of snow cascaded down upon her. She bit back a soft cry of surprise, and shook the damp white substance from her back. Shivering now, she sniffed, and shuffled forward again.

Moving into a larger clearing, it seemed safer to pick up the pace. She was trotting lightly across the field, snow crunching under foot, when the sound of something heavy caught her attention. She turned in surprise and saw the large shape of a wolf that seemed impossibly tall. Its teeth like daggers as it snarled and lunged at her. Now her shriek was undeniable, and she threw herself to the side, falling head first into a mound of snow.

"Speech"