Snippet #1710881

Kyra was standing behind a window, watching the snow storm outside rage on. Blood dripped down her arm as she looked down at her bleeding shoulder. When they were fleeing away from the group of rebels one of them shot a arrow at her but it only grazed her, leaving a small gash on her shoulder. She ignored the pain as she looked back at her siblings, hoping none of them got hurt. She turned her head and her gaze fell on the southern Princes and Princesses. She didn't know how they were going to make it back to civilization when half their group didn't know how to fight and hunt. Her siblings knew how to fight and hunt, well at least most of them. She turned her gaze on Frost the youngest of them all.

Kyra sighed and looked back outside at the snow falling fast. Then she felt fur touch her skin and then a large shoulder bump into her. She took a step back as Kallik, her wolf sat down beside her. Kallik was a white wolf that had been taken from her home in the wild when she was only a cub by some cruel commoners. Luckily Kyra's father bought her and gave her to Kyra. Kyra put a hand on the wolf's massive shoulder and closed her eyes. "Kallik. I'm glad I brought you."