Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28298302-20160713033511/@comment-27492740-20160717052932

Snowflake had grown accustomed to the loner's lifestyle, traveling without a home, sleeping and eating when and were we could. Her paws ached and her heart was heavy.

Will I ever find my home?

Then she spotted a pelt in the trees. Three pelts, in fact.

Three very familiar pelts.

Could it be?

"Night? Badger? Cloud? Is that you?" she called hopefully.