Winter was overjoyed to face a challenge, even if it only proved to be minor. It was when she had the most fun! So she was off like a shot after Rahl, right at his heels and trotting past him as he chose his spot. Hers was farther on, to the side of the three wolves she could now clearly scent. If they tried to flee when the main force of the pack met them, she would be there to stop them. If they stood and fought, she would rush them from the side when signaled.<br/><br/>And there she waited, hunkered down under brush near the base of a tree, breath in measured puffs and stifled by paws crossed over her nose. She was nothing more than a collection of shadowy snow, but tense and ready for attack. Winter thought them foolish and hoped that Xavier would let the pack kill at least one. It would teach them a lesson. And any other wolf that wanted to attempt the same.