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Snow blanketed the forest that night, just like every night in Narnia since the beginning of the white witch’s rule.  The fine powered coat was pure and untouched making the whole scene look postcard perfect.  However, it was soon broken by the paws of a female wolf, trudging through the snow on a personal mission.  In these dark times, all wolves were to join the Queen’s secret police under the command of Morgrim, but one concerned mother was seeking to break that tradition.  She clambered through the snow as quick has her paws could carry her, clawing and tearing at any frozen plant that obstructed her path.  She would usually use her teeth, but at the moment they were occupied with a small bundle of fluff that was her only son, Lupus.

Suddenly she came to a halt and turned her nose to the cold night air.  Her amber eyes darting back and forth, she threw the pup to one side and shovelled a pile of snow on top of him.  There were growls in the distance and the sounds of paws padding over snow and within seconds a pack of wolves had burst through the crest behind her.  One stopped and howled while the rest circled her menacingly.  The large wolf who had stopped, stepped forward into the circle, a smirk on his maw and his grey eyes alight with malice.  “Going somewhere Zafina?” his harsh rough voice asked her dangerously.

The female wolf shifted into a more submissive pose with her ear flat down to her skull.  She shook her head.  “N...No Morgrim sir, I just, just came looking for Lupus sir.  You know how he’s always-”
“Silence” roared Morgrim.  “I don’t want to hear it.”  He slunk closer to her so his nose was almost touching hers.  The circle of wolves growled louder and some even barked or yipped.  “Where is the pup? The Queen wants him back.  And what the Queen wants, the Queen always gets.”  Zafina swallowed hard, her eyes full of fear.  She answered him, her voice quivering.  “I…I don’t k...know sir.”

Anger flared in Morgrim’s eyes as he growled at the wolf closing the circle behind her.  The wolf nodded and dived on her digging his teeth into the flesh on her throat, closing her windpipe.  “I don’t have time for your games Zafina.  If you won’t help me whilst you’re alive then you’re better to me dead.”  Morgrim exited the circle and walked off leaving his minion to finish the job.

As the female lay in the snow dying, the pack moved on following their leader.  Their faint howls fading as they moved away.  Lupus burst out of his snow heap yipping slightly, trying to find his mother.  Horror struck his ice blue eyes as he realised she was right in front of him.  He nudged her with one fluffy paw, but she didn’t move or respond.  When he realised what had happened he spent the rest of the night crying into his mothers fur.

Description
Snow blanketed the forest that night, just like every night in Narnia since the beginning of the white witch’s rule.  The fine powered coat was pure and untouched making the whole scene look postcard perfect.  However, it was soon broken by the paws of a female wolf, trudging through the snow on a personal mission.  In these dark times, all wolves were to join the Queen’s secret police under the command of Morgrim, but one concerned mother was seeking to break that tradition.  She clambered through the snow as quick has her paws could carry her, clawing and tearing at any frozen plant that obstructed her path.  She would usually use her teeth, but at the moment they were occupied with a small bundle of fluff that was her only son, Lupus.

Suddenly she came to a halt and turned her nose to the cold night air.  Her amber eyes darting back and forth, she threw the pup to one side and shovelled a pile of snow on top of him.  There were growls in the distance and the sounds of paws padding over snow and within seconds a pack of wolves had burst through the crest behind her.  One stopped and howled while the rest circled her menacingly.  The large wolf who had stopped, stepped forward into the circle, a smirk on his maw and his grey eyes alight with malice.  “Going somewhere Zafina?” his harsh rough voice asked her dangerously.

The female wolf shifted into a more submissive pose with her ear flat down to her skull.  She shook her head.  “N...No Morgrim sir, I just, just came looking for Lupus sir.  You know how he’s always-”
“Silence” roared Morgrim.  “I don’t want to hear it.”  He slunk closer to her so his nose was almost touching hers.  The circle of wolves growled louder and some even barked or yipped.  “Where is the pup? The Queen wants him back.  And what the Queen wants, the Queen always gets.”  Zafina swallowed hard, her eyes full of fear.  She answered him, her voice quivering.  “I…I don’t k...know sir.”

Anger flared in Morgrim’s eyes as he growled at the wolf closing the circle behind her.  The wolf nodded and dived on her digging his teeth into the flesh on her throat, closing her windpipe.  “I don’t have time for your games Zafina.  If you won’t help me whilst you’re alive then you’re better to me dead.”  Morgrim exited the circle and walked off leaving his minion to finish the job.

As the female lay in the snow dying, the pack moved on following their leader.  Their faint howls fading as they moved away.  Lupus burst out of his snow heap yipping slightly, trying to find his mother.  Horror struck his ice blue eyes as he realised she was right in front of him.  He nudged her with one fluffy paw, but she didn’t move or respond.  When he realised what had happened he spent the rest of the night crying into his mothers fur.