Alone.... Again (Open)

Frost lay in a desolate corner. Her icey eyes watched the other wolves come and go. In and out of camp. As always she sat alone. No one aknoledged her or even looked at her. She was used to it. She preferred to be alone. It made her fell calm. Although she did dream of a different life. A life in which she was excepted dispite her differences. Where she was not shy. She didn't know why she bothered even crawling to this clan of wolves at a day old.