Loki was still shivering, and her fur was wet with melted snow, but she could think now. She thought she could smell other wolves approaching. It could have just been the smell that was already in the cave, but it frightened her anyway. It could also be the owner of the cave, an other wolves she had come across had been far from friendly. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to remain as quiet as possible, but could not hear anything. The wind was making too much noise. No matter how afraid she was, she didn't want to leave the cave. She couldn't leave the cave. She couldn't even make herself stand. curling up had brought warmth.