I own nothing of Wolfs Rain or it's characters.

This is my first time writing a fanfic with an OC, so I hope you enjoy.

Many days had past, and I still couldn't find my way back to camp.

And some how I had been chosen, to be the one to look for food, in other words, go out and kill it, then bring it back to camp.

All the while a usual snow storm was brewing.

I finally made it over another hill, but just then…

I stood my ground as I stared into the eyes of what looked to be an angry wolf.

I knew what I was doing, I knew it was the exact wrong thing do, but I just had to know.

I kept moving closer but just then it began to show its teeth and growl at me.

I had become a threat some how, its snarls told me that.

I wasn't afraid, and yet I knew I should have been.

I found myself becoming angry, I hate it that it found me to be a threat, though it was a wild animal and that's they're first instinct. Anything bigger or the same size than they are a threat, or in some cases food.

I slowly pulled my backpack around myself and dug into it.

I pulled out the last bit of food I had been saving for myself.

I took the raw piece of blubber, and pitched it its way.

It wasn't much, but enough to distract the wolf, long enough for me to run.

A thought crossed my mind as I contemplated on fleeing from this situation, I was always told in the tundra there isn't any place for you to hide, only a thousand miles to die across. But if the wolf took the bait, I would let my ignorance grant me bliss.

The wolf sniffed it, seemed uninterested then looked back up at me, I knew at that moment it didn't just want the meat.

It let out a low growl, so low it caused me to shiver more than from the icy cold tundra wind.

While I stood there I noticed its scars, they showed me it had been in many fights, fighting for the right to live, and fighting for its right to survive in this world.

Such a beautiful wolf it was too, white as the snow that surrounded us both; with golden eyes that stared deep into my soul.

My eyes where locked onto its, I felt I couldn't be released from the gaze.

I wondered how long we would stare at each other, standing our ground, not moving a muscle.

Then suddenly I heard a shout from the distance, it was my friends. Just for that moment I looked away,

But when I looked back it was gone, was it just my imagination? No, the meat was gone.

I smiled then I slung my backpack back onto my shoulders and ran to the sounds of my friends voices.

My feet and hands were so cold.

I wondered, would I ever see that wolf again, and then it struck me of all that time I never did find any food, and the last of my food I had to give away.

But I also realized I had not died or been killed, so I was thankful.

I was also thankful that the wolf was satisfied with only a small piece of blubber.

Not too sure if my friends will be satisfied with the results I bring back, but hopefully they won't be too disappointed.

End Chapter One. To be continued.