Real or Not Real

As Vine hopped around in the snow drifts she would be unaware of the unexpected company. Once they came to light her hair bristled up and not a few seconds later she was howling and call for the pack to come fend off the intruders. But no one was coming. She had just seen a patroller not long ago so they should have been here by now, but even the wolves didn't seem phased by her calls. It took her a short moment to calm herself a little more, look each of the wolves in the eyes as they stared back at her. Each one seemingly feeling a different way. The happy wolf seemed well off, the angry wolf seemed like he could handle himself. As for this sad wolf she was drawn to. Maybe just a young puppy spirit, but she wanted to cheer her up. "Are you okay?" She asked the slated wolf still cautious of going too close to the stranger. But the longer she was here, the more it didn't feel real and more like a dream.

Vine chooses the medium route

"Vine"