A/N: Sorry for the lapse between updates, time got away from me again. Thank you to every one who has favorited and followed my story so far, and special thanks to those who have reviewed, an author loves nothing more than a review (except for maybe chocolate :D). So please at the end please do feel free to review, tell me what you think of it so far and/or if you have any suggestions or questions about it. Enjoy!

Too soon was she being poked awake, way too soon. At first she was tempted to ignore it and just not get up for a bit longer, but then the cold started to get to her, both of her people heaters had already gotten up. Anra slowly opened her eyes with a reluctant groan. She was greeted by the sight of Merry and Pippins' faces way too close to hers.

She gave a yelp of surprise and shot backwards from them, this maneuver almost landed her in yesterday's fire pit. The two hobbit cousins fell over from laughing so hard. She climbed to her feet glaring at them while dusting herself off.

"That's the last time I share my cloak with you," she said to Pippin.

He started giving her puppy dog eyes and said, "Gandalf told us to wake you."

"Yeah," agreed Merry, "he said it was your turn to get Bill ready."

"What?!" she exclaimed, completely wakened by the mention of the treacherous pony, but the hobbits had already wandered away to do something else. 'Great, just great, now have to go take care of a bloody, freakin' horse… I don't care what they say, that thing is a horse, not a pony!'

She huffed again as she started to slowly walk towards it, she swallowed nervously and held her hands up as she approached it. "Nice pony, good pony. Don't mind me I'm just going to loaded you up." As she walked closer Bill's eyes started to roll with fear when he smelt her wolfy scent. She now stood by the tree he was tied to; she carefully reached a hand out for him to sniff. He tried to bite her. She yelped and snatched her hand back, looking around desperately hoping that someone would come help her. Anyone, even Boromir would be fine with her as long as they got her away from this demon! But no one came to her aid, why would they? None of them knew her problem with these animals, no one but Aragorn that is, and he was no were too be seen at the moment.

She tried to toughen her nerves, thinking over and over again, 'You can do this, you can do this. It's not even a horse; it's a pony for crying out loud! You're a wolf, you are the predator not it, you could eat this thing for breakfast!'

She repeated the last part out loud as she approached it again, "I could eat you if I wanted to, and so you'd better not give me any trouble! You hear me; I won't give you any trouble if you don't give me any," she continued to mutter stuff like this at the pony.

Anra walked up behind Bill with his bags, so that he couldn't bite her, though if anything that just made matters worse, instead of biting at her he tried to kick her. She was just about to throw his stuff at him in frustration when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She spun around, it was Aragorn. Anra had never been so happy to see someone.

"It might help if you don't approach him from behind, that tends to make them nervous," he explained.

"Makes them nervous?" she said in disbelief. "Whenever I go towards him from the front or side he tries to bite me! I told you I don't do horses," she added the last part with a huff.

"He's not a horse, he's a pony," Aragorn said with a good natured chuckle. "Anyways he probably won't let you near him because you probably smell like wolf to him."

"No, I don't think that's it, I think he's just evil," she gave an affirmative nodded as if that closed the matter.

"Or maybe you just need to build up his trust in you and not threaten to eat him," he gave her an endearing smile, then approached the pony with ease, gave it an apple and started petting it.

'Damn it,' she thought. "You heard that?"

"Yup," he said while he continued to pet Bill.

"Well that's easy for you to say," she said referencing what he said about building up trust with the creature. "You had an apple, plus you don't smell like wolf, and you've known this vicious animal longer."

"Come here," he said holding out his hand to her.

"Nope," she replied firmly.

"Don't be such a baby."

"I am not!" she defended herself.

"Yes you are, you won't even come up to a little pony."

"It's not little! Is it?" her voice full of worry.

Aragorn gave her a look.

"Can you please do this for me, please?" she begged.

"You're going to have to learn how to do it eventually," he warned.

"Yes, eventually, which means not now," she bargained.

"Okay, just this once, but-" he started.

But she cut him off, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am forever in your debt!" And then she ran off as fast as she could to get away from Bill, leaving Aragorn shaking his head at her in a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

They stared their trek up the mountain not to long later, she was up front with Legolas and Gandalf because Sam was walking with Frodo in the middle and he had Bill. In under an hour the snow was up to her thighs and she was hating on Legolas for the easy way he was able to walk on top of the snow instead of having to plow through it like everyone else.

Her legs were going numb from the snow; leggings probably weren't the best thing for her to be wearing during this part of their expedition. She felt bad for the poor hobbits; the snow was already up to their waists. 'This is just ridicules,' she thought, she had just tried to take another step, only to have the snow pull her boot right off her foot. She gave a startled squeak, lost her balance not wanting to put her barefoot in the snow, and fell over into yet another drift of snow.

Anra groaned, 'That's it I hate snow,' she thought. 'It's cold and wet, and I don't think I can get up. Oh this is just great!'

"Are you alright My Lady?" Legolas questioned looking down at her in the snow with a smirk on his face.

'Damn him,' she thought grumpily. Saying out loud, "I'm fine, I think I might just lay here for a bit," her words were dripping with sarcasm. Her pride stopped the young Nightstalker from admitting that she was stuck.

The elf prince raised an eyebrow but said nothing, instead he simply held out a hand to help her out of the snow drift. She accepted it then thanked him quietly.

She was pulling her boot back on when he suggested, "Maybe it would be easier for you if you shifted." She could have kissed him right then, why hadn't she thought of that?

Once she had shifted she was able to bound alongside of the wizard and elf with much more ease than before. She wound run a head of the Fellowship every once in a while, until Gandalf berated her saying, "Anra, don't run too far ahead, we can't see you in the snow with that white coat of yours." She pushed her nose into the wizard's hand so he knew that she understood. He chuckled slightly and gave her a quick scratch behind her ears before continuing onwards.

They had been walking for a bit longer when they heard a cry of surprise from the back of their group. Frodo had tripped and tumbled down the mountain, till Aragorn, who had been at the back of the group, caught the ring bearer and pulled him to his feet.

The she-wolf started to relax upon seeing that he was not hurt, but then she saw Boromir bending down and picking something up out of the snow, the Ring. He stood there staring at it for a couple of moments too long, then he said, "Such a small thing, yet it controls all our fates."

Anra felt her hackles rise, and she started to pull her lips back in the beginning of a snarl when Aragorn yelled, "Boromir, give the ring to Frodo." Clearly she wasn't the only one feeling uneasy with the Gondorian in this position, Aragorn had his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready for action if the events took a downwards turn.

Boromir seemed to be woken from his trance by Aragorn's words, he held the ring out to Frodo, who snatched it from him and held it close giving the man a look of distrust. Boromir gave Frodo and Aragorn a fake smile, ruffled Frodo's hair, and then continued up the mountain side as if nothing had happened. Only after he started walking away did Aragorn remove his hand from his sword and Anra lower her hackles, but she kept a wary eye on him.

A couple hours later the weather had taken a turn for the worse, the wind was howling louder than her pack during a full moon and the snow was coming down so hard she could barely see a thing. The hobbits had long since stopped walking, now both of the men were carrying two hobbits each, Merry and Pippin with Boromir, and Frodo and Sam with Aragorn. Anra had long stopped bounding ahead happily, now she was in the middle of the group, (Bill was in back with Gimli). Clumps of snow had frozen into her fur making it hard for her to move, her eyes stung from the never ending wind.

She heard Legolas something shout over the roar of the storm, though she couldn't tell what he had actually said. Then Gandalf yelled something she did hear, "SARUMAN!" then else something she missed. But what she did not miss was the loud cracking sound coming from the snow and ice above them when a bolt of lightning struck it. Then all of it came falling down on them and everything went black.

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Anra painfully opened her blearily eyes with a groan, her head was throbbing painfully. She noticed three things immediately: first they were no longer on the mountain, but at a similar place to where they had camped the previous night, two, she was no longer in her wolf form, but in her human form instead, and three, she was covered in a bunch of cloaks with all four hobbits piled haphazardly around and on top of her fast asleep.

She carefully sat up, moving slowly, so not only to try not to aggravate her head anymore, but also so that she wouldn't wake any of the hobbits around her. Within seconds of Anra sitting up Aragorn was at her side, or as much at her side as he could be with the all the hobbits surrounding her.

"Hey easy there," he said with a relieved smile, "here take this," he handed her a water skin.

She drank from it gratefully before asking, "What happened?"

"Saruman was trying to bring down the mountain on us," he started with a dark expression, "lucky for us he only somewhat succeeded, just bringing down the one part on us. But after everyone else uncovered themselves we realized you weren't with us, it took us a long time to find you because your white coat blended in so well, too long. When we finally were able to dig you out we weren't sure if you were alive or not because you were so cold and passed out. We decided we couldn't stay up in the mountains any longer so we're going to take the Mines of Moria. When we were trying to figure out how to bring a giant unconscious wolf down a mountain you shifted, that's how we figured out why you were unconscious." She looked at him in confusion, he gesture to her forehead. Anra reached up and touched it, it was bandaged and extremely tender, 'Well that explains why my head hurts so bad,' she thought. "You were hit by a piece of ice during the avalanche," he further explained. "Legolas ended up carrying you, but you were so cold because you weren't moving so this happened," he said with a slight smile now gesturing towards the hobbits. "They haven't left your side since we set up camp; they care about you very much."

She smiled warmly at her loyal little friends, and told herself to remember to thank Legolas later for carrying her. She looked around the camp, everyone was sleeping, save herself and Aragorn, but she did not want to sleep anymore at the moment, she was hungry. She mentioned this to Aragorn who chuckled, then held out his hand, to help her get out of the tangle of hobbits without stepping on them.

He led her around to the other side of the fire where they had saved her some food from their dinner. She sat next to Aragorn and ate her dinner all the sudden feeling tired again, which she thought was ridiculous since she had already slept for half the day.

As if Aragorn could sense her reluctances to go back to sleep he said, "You'll need to be fully rested before we enter the mines tomorrow."

"Mmm," she mumbled, her eyes already slipping shut, "mines are warm right?"

But before an amused Aragorn could reply she leaned against him asleep. He watched the sleeping woman for a bit, happy she was alright. When they hadn't been able to find her on the mountain side he had been more frightened than he had been in many years. He told himself that he didn't know why that was, but he knew he was lying to himself.

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Everyone had been relieved the next morning when they had all woken and seen Anra was okay, especially the hobbits. She had made sure to thank Legolas who had just smiled and told her he was glad she was better. 'Okay, so maybe not all elves are that bad,' she thought with a smile. It seemed that everyone in the Fellowship had finally accepted her, everyone that is except for Boromir that is. She was pretty sure that he would have been okay with her not getting better, other than for the fact that then she'd slow them down.

They reached the walls of Moria by nightfall, all day Gimli had been going on and on about the hospitality of the dwarves they were going to see and the brilliance of their mining skills. Now he was telling them about how hard it was to get into one of their mines if they didn't know where the doors were and how sometimes even the dwarves themselves would forget and be locked out forever. She heard Legolas mutter something about how that didn't surprise him and she had to mask a smile so she wouldn't offend the dwarf.

Once the company had found the doors she sat down in great relief, they had been walking all day. The inscription on the doors was beautiful, but the fact that Gandalf didn't know the password was tiresome. She felt bad for Pippin, whom Gandalf lashed out at when he asked a question. Pippin was definitely the omega of the group.

She mentioned this to Merry, who looked offended on behalf of his cousin. Anra quickly explained, "Being the omega in the pack is certainly not a bad thing, in fact every pack needs one to be properly functional without falling apart. Being an omega doesn't mean that you are weak at all, that is a common misnomer," she continued. "Actually most omegas are rather brave in their own way, for it is their job to relieve the tension in the pack, whether that means doing something stupid for the others amusement or getting in between two fighting members of their pack, which can dangerous for them. They are often looked down on for being a fool, but without one a pack may turn on one another from frustration or anger."

Merry listened with interest then said, "That does sound a lot like Pip."

She fell silent, thinking about the roles of a pack other members of the Fellowship fit. Aragorn would be the alpha, most would try to say that she was wrong and that Gandalf was, but no Gandalf fit the role of a pack elder better. A pack elder was someone who everyone, even the alpha, treated with great respect and looked to during times of trouble when they needed guidance or advice, whereas Aragorn was a natural leader, someone that everyone listened to for orders and who administered justice fairly, without prejudice. Legolas would probably be his beta, his second in command, the person he would turn to when he needed leadership advice and who'd be able to fill his role if something ever happened to him. Everyone else would be the wolves in between, the hunters and fighters, the majority of the pack. Though she supposed the hobbits could be pups in training because of their inexperience and innocence.

'Boromir,' she thought, 'he reminds me of a bider.' A bider was a wolf that, well, bides its time, waiting for an opportunity to seize power from the true alpha. Now biders aren't completely bad, normally they're strong, competent fighters who will defend the pack from enemies just like any other member of the pack would. But the alpha always has to keep an eye on them so that they are ready if the bider challenges them for their power.

Anra came out of her musings when she heard a loud splash come from behind her, Merry and Pippin were throwing stones into the lake. She growled a little at their foolishness, but before she could tell them off for it Aragorn caught one of their arms and told them not to further disturb the waters.

Anra climbed to her feet and walked around a bit trying to beat the cold that was settling around her. She watched as Aragorn then went over to Sam to tell him that they'd have to let Bill go because they couldn't bring him into the mines with them. She felt bad for the hobbit that had clearly become quite attached to the pony, but she was glad they were leaving it behind. Not only would it have been next to impossible to lead him through the mines, but she still didn't trust the vicious animal, unlike everyone else around her, she was not fooled by its cute innocent act.

She sighed in boredom, when Frodo, with a stroke of genius, figured out what the password was. The large stone doors opened with a loud groan, though when they looked in they could not see farther than a few feet due to how dark it was. As they took some cautious steps in Gimli once again started to talk about what a great welcome they were about to receive, but something was wrong. Anra sniffed the air and she could not smell all these dwarves he was talking about or no fresh smells at least. All she could smell was dust, decay, the old stench of fear and a foul scent that reminded her of orc.

Someone stepped on something that went crunch and they all looked at the ground, it was covered in old dwarf bones, many with arrows still lodged in them. Legolas grabbed one of these said arrows and examined it, "Goblins," he proclaimed.

"This is no mine, it's a tomb," someone cried, Anra thought it was Boromir.

Gimli sobbed at the sight of some many of his dead brethren when somebody else said, "We should never have come here!"

There was a sharp cry of panic from the back of their group; Frodo had been grabbed by some giant, weird tentaclely thing that resided in the lake. Everyone leapt into action at once, Aragorn and Boromir drew their swords, Gimli wielded his ax, Legolas strung an arrow and Anra shifted, none of them waiting for the others before attacking the water beast that held their hobbit friend.

Anra had waded out into the water and was scratching and biting the creatures many tentacles, but she couldn't go in too deep for fear of being dragged under by the creature. She gave a snarl of frustration, she knew she wasn't much help fighting this thing; she didn't have the right sort of weapons. To defeat this monster you needed to be able to stab it, and while her teeth and claws were sharp and strong they were better for slashing and tearing rather than just good old fashion stabbing. She needed an enemy that she could get a better grip on, one that she could tackle and pin.

With all the water splashing all around her crazily and having to dodge stray tentacles, she didn't even realize that the water demon had dropped Frodo and everyone was running back into the mine. Nope, the she-wolf was still out there taking chunks out of the abnormally large fish, swearing she would never eat seafood again. Then she heard people shouting her name over all the noise from the water. At first she was confused, couldn't they see that she was a little preoccupied at the moment, but then she risked a quick glance over her shoulder to figure out what they all wanted. She saw them all standing in the mine's doorway waiting for her to join them before they fled.

She took on last bite of the thing before she turned tail and ran for the doors.

She made it just in time, because right after she was in the mine the giant lake monster was trying to get in too, but ended up collapsing the entrance instead. This gave them no option, but to continue deeper into the mine full of dead dwarves and goblins. Gandalf said this much.