The cold wind whispered through the skeletal trees, weaving its way around the lone figure standing in the snow. A wolf, powerful and unyielding, gazed through the mist-covered forest. His fur, thick and dusted with frost, bristled slightly as he inhaled the crisp, winter air.
Once, he had belonged to a pack—strong, united, and bound by instinct. But fate had different plans. A betrayal, a battle, and a choice had led him here. Now, he walked alone, his own master, his own protector. Many feared loneliness, but not him. He had learned that solitude did not weaken—it fortified.
Every scar on his body told a story, every step he took carved his destiny. The echoes of the past whispered to him, but he did not dwell on them. Instead, he embraced the silence, the emptiness that most would run from. Because in the loneliness, he found his true strength.
For he was not just any wolf—he was a survivor.
And in the endless stretch of the frozen wilderness, he would remain, unbroken.
