POV (NOAH)
We had chosen to take a detour along the river. I watched as Edward barked orders at around ten to fifteen warriors, as Lena and four shewolves prepared lunch. The sun had started to warm the ground, which had been covered in a thin layer of frost. I rubbed my hands together as I breathed into them. The tips of my fingers were blue, an unfortunate condition for those, that were so called blessed, by the moon's touch. Thirteen years. I was ordered to leave the pack for thirteen damn years because of her. I stomped my feet as I tried to get circulation to them, while I watched her waddling over to the rivers edge.
They had dressed her in a white rabbit fur coat and on top of her head was a white knitted hat with a pompom on it. She looked like a small impish polar bear as
