Her life was perfect. By that, I mean, it used to be. She lived in the wilderness of Russia, amongst the snow and forestry. She lived with her mother in a small home in the forest. She wasn't allowed out yet, since she was only young, but her mother would only venture out to hunt or scavenge.
Usually that was the father's job, but her father had been gunned down, leaving her and her mother all alone. Their home was a small cave, hidden behind a couple of bushes, so no one could find it. Especially the hunters.
Like I said, her life used to be perfect and it changed from that when her mother was shot too. It was a fatal shot to the head, which killed her instantly. She stayed hidden like her mother had told her to and the hunters went away, leaving the limp body of a once elegant mother and a young orphan to fend for herself.
She crept up to her mother, quietly and slowly, in case the hunters came back. She sat in front of her mother staring at the calm face that had cheered her up so many times. She sat…and cried. She cried to the great spirits and for help. But who would listen?
No one. No one would come. Why should they? She was only an orphaned wolf…