The horse treaded carefully through the brambles, feeling quite safe with its protection, of the pack of white wolves that slowly followed behind. The snow crunched under their footsteps, leaving footprints. On the horses back, was a young girl, around the age of nineteen, her hair was the purest of blondes, her eyes the darkest of greens. She was laid on the horses bare back, sleeping, her arms around the horses throat, so she didn't fall. All that protected her from the bitter winter air was a bear skin cape that covered her body as she slept. The journey was treacherous, especially in the snow; her wolves were her only protection from harm's way, while she was sleeping. Wind whistled through the ancient trees, ripping the leaves from their weaken branches.
One of the wolves made a low, defensive growl. The horse stopped walking, and let the wolves take lead. Their heads were down low, and they were inspecting everything, and anything, not being too careful. The horse slowly followed, ducking under low hanging branches. Iron gates towered over them, and that's when the girl began to stir. She looked up, and yawned. Carefully, she climbed off the horse. With one hand, she tied the horse to the railings, and beckoned the wolves to follow her. She pushed the huge ten foot cast iron gate open, and walked across the stone courtyard, the bear skin cape dragging on the floor, revealing her outfit. She was wearing a lilac pleated, chiffon corset and a short, hardly there skirt. White fishnets adorned her legs, and around her left thigh was a gun holster that contained her pistol, that was loaded. She had no shoes on her feet, and they were aching terribly. The wolves slowly followed her, and began to growl viciously as she approached the doors of the castle. An icy wind took hold, and blew the doors open with a crash….
Please review, tell me if you want me to carry on, I'm not sure about this at all. :/