my heart runs on gasoline vapors

She kept her head down, against the biting wind and thick-flurried snow. The dark shape she cut against the landscape-- she stood out. Nobody could miss her approach.

Another lone wolf had told her of a pack in the Col, in the woods. A hardy bunch, they sounded like. Lefty barreled through the thick snow, her tail up, March stalwartly traveling beside her. The wolverine had bloody fur on her face from a meal, but neither of them steamed with fresh gore.

As she neared the borders, Lefty threw her head back and howled -- a singular long, powerful note that struggled against the blizzard-like weather. She tried to make it sound clear--"Hail, pack of the Woods and Mountains! I am a traveler seeking acceptance!" -- but she wasn't sure if it carried right at all.