wandering

Frost stayed in the log until night fall and by the time she was interrupted she had fallen asleep but she was awoken by the cracking sound of the log. She opened her eyes if this was the wolf who had been chasing her she would snap. She glanced up and saw the now associated terrible sight of purple fur. This wolf was fifty types of crazy she thought. She struggled on her way out of the wooden log and stood up. She turned to face the wolf with a snarl on her face "you will never make me your slave. I have plans and you will not prevent me from completing them." She spoke these words with a tone of dominace and calmly walked away.