"I can see you look at me strangely. My name is Shadejaw, and I am the result of some sick twoleg's imagination. My father gave me his justice, intelligence, grace and my name...
And my mother made me a wolf. How am I like this? I'm not sure, but I'll tell you what I can."
"My father was a true warrior, not of this tribe. He loved patrolling the border of his territory by himself, for there, he could get a taste of the world outside the forest of snowy pines where he lived. His name was Frostheart. A fitting name. He was gentle as falling snow, just, and level-headed. He only had one flaw. He could be quite careless. But I must admit, if not for his carelessness, I would not have been alive. ...come with me. Walk the path of dreams, and the Snowdrift will show you him."
I was running. Running to escape everything. My responsibilities, my position, my messed up life under the pine trees... Even if tonight was the last time, I could still be free at least once more. Slowing down as I approached the gorge, I padded along, finally out of the trees, dreaming under the full moon.
My ears perked at a small noise in the snow. Creeping forward as silently as I was taught, I found nothing of interest. "Well. That was boring." I muttered to myself. Sniffing around in the snow a little deeper, just to check, I picked up a weird scent. Not really twoleg. Not one I knew, actually. In fact, it didn't smell like it belonged in the forest at all...
Suddenly, the sound of crunching snow. A loud pop, ringing out though the forest. Something hit me with all the force of a badger's paw, and just as much pain. I twisted around to find a small, shiny twoleg thing, stuck into my side. Trying to hook this strange thing off of me, I barely noticed the harsh twoleg yowls as my vision faded to black...
I woke in a small shiny tendril-ly twoleg thing, in the middle of a twoleg nest with walls as white as snow. It was held off the snow-white floor by shiny sticks, leaving me feeling scared and exposed. Looking around the room, it was filled with shiny twoleg stuff, ranging from little shiny ledges on sticks, to little twigs with ends sharper than a cat's claw. Shuffling around in the small space, I looked over at the other wall. I recoiled. It was lined with more of the tendril-ly things, stacked on top of each other. All but one were empty. Glaring up from the bottom, a wolf hissed at him. "Mouse-brain cat find death bringer. Cat never leave again."
"Stop. It is time for you to return. We will speak again tomorrow night. But for now, you must live your life. Leave the Snowdrifts in peace."