The golden brown fur of the she-wolf pup gently blew in the wind, making her ears twitch as snow began to fall and land softly on the thin membrane. Hearing a young women's voice her head shot up, and the small accumulation of snow fell off of her head. Scenting the wind she scented that it was a human. She slowly put up her human illusion and waited to be found, half frozen in the makings of a blizzard.
The sleigh of the royal Lady came upon the half frozen form of the six, maybe seven year old human. She called to her driver and said to stop. When she stepped off the sleigh she sunk to the top of her heeled snow boots, about a foot into the snow. She walked to the still form of the illusion, the real form of the human laying equally still under her illusion.
Seeing that the young child was barley conscious the Lady picked her up and took her over to her fur lined sleigh. The Lady told the driver with a stern voice " Hurry, get back to the city, she might die of hypothermia, we need to get her warm."
Upon hearing this the young masqueraded human opened her eyes a crack and a single thought flitted through her young mind, Home, I will have a home…