Wolf Love. Find Your Mate (JUMP IN)

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    Frost yipped and jerked away from the attacking wolves. "I don't mean any harm to you." She said ducking her head on respect. Frost was only about a year old and didn't know much. She just wanted friends.

    Flaire looks at the wolves and then goes back to Wolfie. "Are you ok?" Flaire asks.

    Name: Snowflake (you can call her Snow)
    Gender: female
    Personality: gentle, sensitive, sweet, kind, known for her good attitude.
    This is what she looks like:

    Frost quickly ducked from their next attack and flipped around facing them a few feet away. "I didn't mean any harm." She lowered her head. Frost was barley a year old and belonged to no one. All she wanted was a friend. "I've had experience with fights before, I'm not afraid of them but I would like to avoid one right now." She said looking carefully at Red and the patrol wolf.

    Snowflake was hunting for the day and she came across the unfamiliar wolves. She gave them a smile. "Hello," she said in her gentle voice, dipping her head.

    Frost stood tall and looked around at the wolves. "I'm sorry, yes I am a young wolf and I don't really belong anywhere... I was just kind-of looking and wandering around. It's kind of lonely. But I don't want to cause further problems, so I can leave if you want. I am kind of looking for a pack though." Frost looked to the new wolf who had arrived and nodded hello. Then back to the pack wolves.

    Frost dipped her head. "Thank you," she wagged, "I want to help as much as I can so tell me whatever needs to be done and I'll do it."

    "Okay." Frost galloped further into the forest and quickly put her nose to the ground to find a scent. Soon she found a pretty new scent of a small doe. Quietly Frost followed the doe's scent trail all the way to where it was only about twenty feet from her. Slowly she crept in the tall grass, haunches and tail low she got ready to spring. Three-two-one. Frost sprang on top of the doe and bit it's neck stopping its airflow, but it kicked and Frost flew to the ground. The doe sprinted away with Frost right on its tail. She chased the deer for a hundred yards until the doe got cornered. Frost drew nearer to the deer, carefully making sure the deer wasn't going to charge. The next step, The deer charges and kicked Frost to the side of the rockwall. "Mmff.." Frost mumbled. She got up and pursued the deer again with more challenge in her eyes. She leapt onto it's back again and bit it's throat more forcefully, also scratching the deers sides and soon The doe fell, lifeless. Frost howled to signify a successful hunt.

    Frost smiled at the howl back. She liked knowing someone else was out there that actually cared about what she said and what she did. Frost bit the does back scruff and drug it back to camp, which took a while because the doe was heavy. As she entered the camp she nodded to Red as she pulled it to the middle.

    "Sorry I didn't get more, I didn't know this many wolves were in this pack. I would have stayed out there longer, oops." Frost said apologizing. "Is there any pups in this pack currently?" Frost wondered sitting next to the flank of the deer, ripping off some meat.