Misha walked around the snowy ground, smiling softly to herself. She always had loved the snow; especially since she was born in a snowstorm. She yawned softly and sniffed the air, turning her head up to the sky. She always had keen senses in the snow; just one of her secret skills. Misha noticed the scent of a male towards the lakeshore direction. Misha looked around anxiously. She had always had problems with other wolves; but males were always her biggest worry. Misha shook the thought away and walked towards the lakeshore; knowing she needed to get over her trust issues sooner or later.
