Eira pulled her cloak tight around her as she moved slowly through the snow covered forest, shivering with every gust of wind. Snow clung to her and her feet and hands stung and ached with how cold they were. She was lost, she had to admit that to herself. The storm had blown through and she had gotten turned around in all the white. She stopped, her breath puffing out in clouds as she caught her breath. What was she going to do? Her mother was probably terrified.
“Excuse me miss?” Her heart leaped and she twisted around, the wind catching her hood and pulling it off, tugging at strands of her red hair. Amber eyes met her green, looking at her curiously. “Are you lost?”
“Who are you?”
“Alarick. What are you doing out here?”
“I…I got turned around in the storm.”
“You could freeze to death.” He stepped closer and she backed up right into a tree, swallowing. “It’s okay, I mean you know harm.” He held out his hand and smiled, revealing sharp canines.
“W…wolf.” Her voice squeaked and he tipped his head to the side.
“No need to fear me little fire, I only wish to help you.”
“Your hair.” He reached out, gently running his fingers through the ends. “Like fire.” She pressed herself further back and he smiled. “Come, my uncle’s pack is near, it’s warm there. Please come until the storm blows through.” His hand was still out and she looked at it, at his sharp nails and swallowed again. She had been warned that wolves were dangerous, but if she didn’t go with him, she would freeze.