The moon was no more than a glint behind the clouds of the starry surface that make sky, a lone figure trudges through the snow an M82 sling over their shoulder, slowing them down more. The lone wounder stops a top a small ravine, overlooking a small farm house, no lights on inside, nor smoke from one of its two chides.
"No warm welcome here," the figure said to herself "But, at least somewhere to keep warm for the night," she shivered as a cold wind blow behind her, chilling her through her think leather jacket. A young white wolf-pup scrabbled through the snow behind her and stopped by her side, it curled it-self around her leg to keep warm. The pup looked up at her as she stroked its soft, cold head. She didn't know why the cub had followed her this far, maybe it was lost? Maybe it was abounded by its mother? Whatever the reason, she would take care of it now.
She sat down on the edge of the ravine, then slowly slid down to the cold ground below, she sat there for a moment waiting for the wolf pup to follow, it jump and landed in a small pile of snow, hidden by its white fur. The wounder smiled and stood up, then picked up the young, playful wolf and tucked its cold self in her jacket, before pushed through
the snow towards the farm house.
She reached the house and knocked on the door, the sound echoed though the small yet empty home, she tried the handle, but the cold weather froze the lock shut, she tried pushing on it, no use. She took a step back, held to cub close to her, before kicking the heavy wooden door in, shattering as it crashed to the floor.
The top of the door frame fell, before the wounder walked into the abounded home, a few bats awoke and flu out the broken window, the pup shrieked and hid its head in her jacket "Shh," the wounder said softly, stroking its back. The pup pocket is head back out as she sat on the ground near one of the fire places then removed her jacket and laded it on the pup "I'll be back in just a moment," the pup yelped in agreement; she smiled one again as she stood up and walked back to the destroyed door. She lifted up the large chunks of the door and propped them agents what was left of the door frame, in an attempted to keep the cold out.
She gathered up the splitters and medium chunks of the door, then walked back into the room where the cub curled itself up to keep warm, the wounder knelled down and piled the wood in the fire place, splinters first, then the larger chunks, as she was always taught. The wolf pup poked its head up then stumbled over to her, it become distracted by her waving tail as it swayed back and forth, the pup jumped and tried to catch it, but over jumped it and landed on the other side of the room. The wounder looked back and watched the young club play with her tail, continuously trying to catch it.
She let the young wolf play as she tried to light the fire; it proved difficult as the wood had become socked right through from the cold weather outside, there was no paper or dry wood around to use. The wounder rummaged through her jean pockets for something to start the fire, she pulled out an old note book out and flicked through the pages of notes, then found a few blank pages and ripped them out, before scrunching them up and shoving them under the splinters of the door.
The wolf pup grab her tail and pulled it to the floor, the wounder looked back and watched as the pup gently bite her tail, it didn't have much strength at its young age, so she let it chew on her tail. She smiled before lighting another match and quickly shoved it into the secured paper. The fire was slow to start, but soon she had it to a small roar, she lay on her side in front of the fire using her tail as a pillow, the wolf pup curled up in front of her and her jacket laded over both of them. The pup began to doze in the glow of the fire, the wounder gently stroked its side as she drifted to sleep in the low light of the fire "Good night...my young friend," she whispered in the pup's ear.
The early morning sun light shined over the white horizon that was the frozen wasteland seen last night, the wounder and her pup still asleep in the abandoned home, the fire burned out long before the morning, the wounder was curled around the young pup, both still warm in the low litter glow of the sun. "Steel?...Steel?" a male voice on a ear piece radio called to her, her eyes opened halfway, as she pressed two fingers in her Steel colored fox ear.
"Yeah?" The wounder said sleepily, she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her blue topaz eyes before stretching her tensed back out, it was a rough night sleeping on the floor of the abandoned home, the cold weather didn't help either.
"Your awake, good, it's Tex," the ear place replied,
"Morning, Tex," the wounder yawned, stretching again "what's up?"
"Just checking in on you, where are you?" There was a bit of conserved lingering in Tex's voice as he asked her.
"I'm..." she yawned "...about 2 clicks out; it won't take me more than an hour to get there,"
"Okay," he paused "Remind me again why you went on this mission by yourself again," Tex was the wounder's leader, but he was also her cousin, which made him worry more when she was alone, so he checked in regularly to see if she was okay.
"Cause your easy to talk into things, remember?" she smiles cheekily, once she talked Tex into walking into a female's strip bar, thaw she paid for that in training hours, 45 hours to be exact. She rarely tricks him now, but this time she was lucky.
"Don't remind me, just give me a sec," he rummages through paperwork on his desk "Okay, the chopper will be there at X-Ray 3434, Yankee 6483, you got that?"
"Yes, I got that, Tex," the wolf pup with the wounder stirred, it had begin to feel cold when the wounder sat up, now it was close to freezing. She quickly picked up the freezing pup and held it close to her; it began to whimper, but soon crammed down.
"What was that?" Tex sounded worried again, he was a soft sort of person that became easily considered about another person, weather he knew them well or not.
"It was just a wolf pup," she put her jacket back on and did it up, the pup tucked inside
"I found him on my way back, he's young, but strong and looks under fed, he was just cold,'
"Good, it sounded like artillery there for a second,"
"You worry too much,"
"So, colour me worried then...," the wounder could hear someone talking to Tex in the background "You best be moving, Steel, the choppers just taking off,"
"Okay, I'm leaving now, Steel, out," she tapped the ear piece again, the pup looked up at her with its one blue, one browned eyes, it pulled itself out of her jacket and started licking her chin wildly, she put her hand up, but he keep licking "Okay, Okay, boy," she giggled "we're going," the wolf pup stop, the wounder picked up her M28 as she walk back out of the room and out of the destroyed door. She swung the strap onto her shoulder as she walked around the side of the house, covering her eyes agents the bright rising sun. The wolf pup squinted, the wounder cover its head with her other hand, the pup looked up, they looked at each other for a moment. The wounder looked out over the waste of snow that stood before them "Ready for another day my friend?" the pup yelped, the wounder smiled as she trekked on through the foot of snow at their feet towards the horizon.