Chapter 2

Efren almost chocked as something - or someone - grabbed hold of his scruff and flung him back onto solid ground, on the other side of the ice bridge. Dazed, he got to his paws and spun around to see a buff-looking wolf backing away from the edge of the gorge. Efren was surprised that this wolf happened to be where he was at the right time, and even surprised still that he possessed the same trait as him - glossy white fur.

"Are you okay?"a female voice said behind him. Efren spun around to see two more wolves padding toward him, both with white fur too. Their faces were filled with anxiety and deeper in, curiosity.

"I am,"Efren managed to stutter out. He shook out his fur. Fear still gripped him and his stomach was painful with hunger, it let out a loud growl.

"He's looks like nothing but a scrap of fur,"his rescuer said, much to Efren's frustration. "What should we do with him?"

The younger male stepped forward to give the cub a thorough sniff. "Nothing's damage. Other than an empty stomach, he's fine,"he commented. "We should bring him back to Firestorm, let him decide what to do. We can't leave a young cub out here alone. He'll die."

The female nodded in agreement but the older male just looked doubtful. "Come on then." He padded past his Packmates before setting a brisk pace into the thick forest.

Efren tried to get to his paws but after padding a few pawsteps he faltered and fell flat on his snout, exhaustion and hunger gripped him so hard that his vision blurred and he can't think straight anymore.

"Are you okay?" The female's voice seemed to be far away.

The younger male was more worried. "Stormskipper, get him something to eat! Right now!"

With a grunt, Stormskipper plunged into the thicker part of the woods.

"Risingwind, what should I do?" The female was giving him frantic licks now.

The last thing Efren saw before he blacked out was Risingwind running away from them, in the opposite direction where Stormskipper ran off to.