Kicatye wandered aimlessly through the sharp craiges and slick ice. Her paws were numb with cold and she stomach rumbled with hunger. Her nose picked up the scent of a small group of wolves in the area. If there was something she didn't want to happen, was meeting up with more wolves. They would probably drive her off with more scars to adron her others. It seemed that no pack was willing to have her around. She wasn't a breeder and she daydreamed, making her more of a threat than an ally. Sighing heavily, she trudged on, further away from the wolves with each passing step. Burrowing under the snow, Kicatye snuggled into a tight ball and slept.