Meg "Brrr," I shiver in the cold, I hug myself, my thick loose black hair, swirling around me as the frosty air gushes around. The worn thick jacket, I have on will suffice for now but when it snows, I will require a thicker one. Unfortunately for me, this will have to do for now until next week when I have the amount, I would need to make the purchase. Grinning, I rub my hands together, both in glee and to warm myself up with the friction. I have been saving for this black jacket with a red hood, almost a year. I think I fell in love at first sight with it and since I am from the pack- White Mountain, the shop owner agreed to keep it for me. What a kindly old man. Gazing up from the thick, stumpy tree branch I had settled myself on mere moments before, I take in the view of the green mountains, in the far distance of my residence. But not too far as I can make out the difference between houses and buildings- mostly. I've rarely been out of our pack's border because it's almost
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