The cold chill of winter seeps into her bones, a small whimper emanating from her mouth, her breath showing in white huffs. Her ears twitch, desperate to pick up the sound of a howl or cry from the pack, all to no avail. She sniffs the air wildly, growing more and more anxious to find her friends. A lost pup in the harsh winter. She digs at the ground in her frustrations, her paws pounding against the frozen earth. She runs across the tundra, searching and searching, until she stops. She sits down, watching the little flakes of snow drift down. She realizes that she doesn't need the pack to be a wolf, but she only needs herself. With a regained confidence, rebel stands on all fours and hold her head high, throwing it back to howl. The howl not one of sorrow, but that of a reborn wolf, steady on her feet.
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