A claw in the past

Running

As I sprinted through the haunted trees and bushes, I slowed down... The feeling of tearing me from the pack weakened me. But, whimpering, I continued through the cold and isolated woods. I had become a rogue...

Because I knew most rogues straying deciding to stay out had died, I slowly used my snow-white hands to look for a den...

I finally found out that there was a cold cave that had no signs of wolves or rogues and circled around, soon falling asleep..

I woke to an ash-grey wolf pawing my face with an aura the pack leader used to have when he was agitated or angry... So, standing up, I got ready to face him off... He backed up, for a reason I did not understand. I walked to the exit of the cave and then kicked some dirt in the male wolf's eyes then sprinted off...