Dog Pack Story (no adequate title yet) Prologue

The bitch was breathing heavily as she struggled to run through the deep snow, a small object hanging from her clenched jaws.  Her large eyes were frightened but determined as a she paused to catch her breath and adjust her grip on the pup she was carrying.  The small white bundle didn’t make a single sound, even when it was set into the deep, cold snow.  The bitch, a German Shepherd, sucked at the cool air gratefully before perking her ears up and turning to look behind her.  In the distance she could just see the foreboding outline of an old, black city.  She stood still for a few moments longer before turning and dropping her head to sniff at the pup.  It was small for its age, definitely the runt of the litter, but she refused to let it die because of that fact.

She warily bent over and picked the pup up again before turning to take one last look at the place she had been raised before turning away and running for the trees in the distance.  A growing cacophony of howling from the city seemed to lend a fearful speed to her paws.