Hello everybody! I know I said it'd take me a while to put up another SG-1 fic, but this is a chapter I've had sitting around for a while. Finished it today and I'd like to know if everyone likes it.

That being said, this SG-1 is a crossover with the Wolfwalker series by Tara K. Harper. That series takes place in the future on another planet with a group of people who can telepathically speak with wolves. They're called wolfwalkers. The series itself is divided into several subseries. It's a great book series, highly recommend it.

Enough of my yammering. Enjoy this chapter. This is all I have so far, so if you like it, you'll need to review to tell me to continue.

Own SG-1 and the Wolfwalker series I do not.

Samantha Carter tried to steady her shaking hand, the cold wind biting viciously at her exposed skin. Her teeth clacked together uncontrollably and she tried to huddle down further into her light jacket. She cursed silently as she dropped her screwdriver in the snow. She bent down to retrieve it only to slip on unseen ice. Her numb ears heard a snap but she felt no pain.

Crap. That's not good, she thought to herself as she sat up. She looked down at her trembling hand and noticed that her skin was turning purple. Her mind screamed at her that purple skin wasn't a good sign, but she couldn't remember why.

Shivers racked Sam's body and she crawled over to a smooth rock face. She rested her back against the cold surface and curled up. Guys, I'm sorry I couldn't get back to Earth… she thought sadly. She closed her eyes and gave into the peaceful slumber her body craved.

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"Hishn, what is it?" Ember Dione maMarin asked her furry companion.

The large she-wolf looked at her wolfwalker. A pack mate is in trouble.

"Where?" Dion demanded.

Near the cliffs, the wolf sent. Dion nodded and the pair went running into the snowy forest. Though they were going fast, neither one was careless. Within ten minutes the pair had stumbled into a clearing, a strange metal object half buried in snow.

"Where is she Gray One?"

The wolf sniffed through the snow and headed for the base of the cliffs. She shoved her muzzle into the snow and pulled out a lithe, blonde haired woman, her skin turning a nasty shade of purple. Dion quickly built a makeshift shelter against the wind and snow before looking at the woman. She checked for a pulse and said a silent prayer to the moons in thanks that she found one.

Dion pulled out several heavy blankets from her pack and wrapped them around the woman. "Hishn, I need wood for a fire. Can you stay here and keep her warm until I get back?" Dion asked. The wolf growled in reply and wormed her way close to the woman. Hishn rested her head on the stranger's chest.

Dion rose to her feet and hurried back into the forest. She gathered several branches and dry pieces of wood before walking back to the shelter. She built a small fire pit and set up the logs. She quickly had a fire going and began working on the woman, doing her best to halt the woman's hypothermia and restore her body heat.

"She's too cold," Dion reluctantly admitted.

Call the pack. They will come and keep her warm, Hishn said.

Dion nodded her consent. After several long moments of waiting, three wolves stood outside the shelter. Dion looked at them. You honor me, Gray Ones, she said to the wild wolves.

The three Gray Ones slowly walked into the shelter and looked at Hishn. The large wolf laid her ears back and licked the chin of the alpha male. In silence, the three wild wolves positioned themselves around the woman. Two were by her feet and the alpha male along with Hishn rested against her upper body.

Dion noted that the woman's shivering had died down and some of the purple was fading. The wolfwalker pulled the woman's black boots and socks off and took a close look at her feet. Seeing that there was no frostbite, she replaced the socks and boots before looking at the woman's hands. There was still a purplish tinge to them, but no sign of frostbite. Dion sighed in relief. She turned and pulled a small metal pot out of her pack and placed some snow in it. She then set it by the fire and waited for the snow to melt into water. As the water warmed, Dion pulled out some scraps of cloth to dip in the water once it was hot.

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The smell of cooking meat assaulted Sam's nose and she cracked open the lids of her eyes. She saw a woman with glossy black hair poking some jerky on a rock near a fire. Next to the woman was a large gray wolf that had its eye on the cooking meat. Sam frowned in confusion, her last memory being falling asleep in the snow and succumbing to hypothermia.

Not sensing a presence from the woman or wolf, Sam fully opened her eyes. She started to push herself up when the black haired woman was suddenly there pushing her back down. Sam could see that the woman had violet eyes.

"You've been unconscious for two days," the woman said, her voice kind. Sam was immediately reminded of Janet. "I'm Dion."

"Sam. Why aren't I dead? The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the snow," she said.

"I found you and was able to restore your body heat before you lost too much." The wolf shoved its head against Dion's thigh. "And Hishn helped." Sam nodded in thanks. She shifted her right leg and let out a cry of pain. "Are you all right?" Dion asked the blonde.

Sam shook her head. "Broke my leg. Hurts like hell."

Dion nodded and swiftly and expertly splinted Sam's leg. "Better?"

Sam nodded. "Thanks." Sam looked at Hishn. "So…how did you train a wolf?"

"Hishn isn't trained to obey me," Dion said. "She will do what I ask because of our bond," Dion said.

Sam frowned. "Bond?"

Dion nodded. "I'm a wolfwalker."

"Wolfwalker?" Sam repeated. "What's a wolfwalker?"

Dion arched a brow. "You've never heard of wolfwalkers before?"

Sam shook her head. "What is a wolfwalker?"

"We are able to speak with wolves," Dion said. "We are connected to the wolves and they to us."

"A telepathic connection?" Sam asked.

Dion frowned. "Telepathic?"

"Telepathy is being able to hear someone else's thoughts," Sam explained.

"Well, it's not quite like that. We can only hear the thought of the wolves, though the wolves themselves can communicate with anyone by looking a person in the eyes," Dion explained.

Sam nodded. "Interesting."

"Indeed, especially since you've never heard of wolfwalkers. I say that because Hishn was able to hear your voice in the pack," Dion said.

"Are you saying that I'm suppose to be a wolfwalker?" Sam asked.

Dion shrugged. "That is unknown, but it will be revealed in time. Now, where do you come from?" Dion asked.

"Somewhere very far away," Sam replied. She sighed. "And I don't think I'll ever be able to go home."

Dion looked and saw the pain in Sam's eyes. "Get some rest. Once you're well enough to travel we'll leave this cold, barren wasteland." Sam nodded and settled back down to sleep. Dion and Hishn watched her fall asleep, both wondering where the blonde haired woman had come from.

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