Aurora padded silently through the forest, inhaling the cool, crisp, winter air and the smell of damp earth from the rain. While she did enjoy winter and rain by themselves, these things together tended to create a problem, which was: that there was no prey. Occasionally, a rabbit or squirrel would show up, but that was not enough to support her, and she knew that she would soon starve if she did not find and kill bigger prey. However, this also brought into sharp relief another problem: she was without a pack, which, for a wolf, was a bad place to be. And so, she was stuck here in this forest, in the dead of winter. No food, no pack. What was she living for anymore? She didn't know.