2. Warmth

That winter hit them with a vengeance. Snow came from ever direction, and it even killed a few of the kids. Smellerbee was terrified of the frozen water.

One night, Longshot hears the wailing of the snow. It's gotten really bad- feet of it build up rapidly. He sees Jet, across the way, and they nod to one another. It was time to pair up all the younger children with someone older, just like they always did when the cold hit like this.

Usually, it went girls with girls, boys with boys- and it did, for the most part. When they came down to it, the numbers were uneven, and the snow was beginning to build barricades. For the time being ,everyone was secure- everyone except Smellerbee. Longshot's heart raced as he rode zip lines and jumped between branches and platforms till he reached her residence.

"Longshot!" Jet shouted. He look in that direction, and saw him smiling. "She's waiting for you. You have the warmest room, you know." Longshot looked at him, then smiled. She was always smelling out the best opportunities.

When she felt his form curling around hers, she felt much better. He would protect her from the ice, because he was always warm.