Walk Through The Fire

He stayed up all night to get lucky.

It was almost fun, to aimlessly wander through this frostbitten wasteland. Despite the pounding in his skull he still enjoyed the crisp air, the colors a soft grey that almost hurt. He needed to find some water, the thirst in his throat a constant ache, eyes of fire blinking slowly as it settled into his bones. It was time to find a pack, if he couldn't find Newt he would have to root down until it happened. No more being foolish.

He slipped silently through the trees, pale fur stained with mud. He felt odd, a sixth sense awakening the more he moved around. Everything was hushed, his fickle heart exposed to the cold but it was frozen already. Ears thrust forth at the sound of a voice, a very young female. It was almost instantaneous, the tugging deep down taking control of his paws and soon he found that he was closer then expected. In no time at all he could see her, a russet pelt but she was not alone, another wolf was moving around too far off to make out. So he did the only thing that made sense, easing out into the open and clearing his throat. "Have you seen Newt?" it was a hopeful question, a shy glance at the young girl. It never hurt to ask.