"Speckled Apple" narrowed her eyelids , her teeth twitched with unbearable longing . Her paws trembled and slid on the ground . The wolf howled as she saw the forest with spots disappear from her field of vision, covered with a veil . She collapsed in the snow . A pale snowstorm began to cover her body . Her thigh was bleeding, and a hoarse howl could be heard from afar . Red, bright slush colored the snowdrifts under it . The mountains seemed to have cracked . Balls of fine snow rolled down . Clods of snowdrifts flew into her nose, forcing her to jump to her feet . "Speckled Apple" saw maroon eyes flash in the snowdrifts . The old wolf was slowly moving towards her . Sill lowers her head below her shoulders . She didn't seem hostile . He looks indifferently at her wound and turns away to continue on his way . Snowflakes were falling on the back of her head . She sighed languidly and followed him with a cheerful gait on three paws . The snow was already chest-deep in snow . Their paws sank into the snow , and the forces of the "Speckled Apple" were rapidly leaving . She howled in frustration . The crackling of the mountains was repeated . Large boulders were falling on the mountain peaks . Sill poked her in the side, exposing his sharp fangs . His chest was shaking and ready to explode. He let out a sharp cry, starting to break through the layers of snow . She stumbles over her paws and follows him . They were running towards the pines . He was very angry with her . After all, what a fool it was necessary to be in the middle of the season of "Trembling Roots" to start howling all over the neighborhood . A gray wolf with a spotted skin stepped on his paw . With a pop, the "Speckled Apple" fell to the ground . A wolf with a snow-white skin turns around and calls her with a gullom . The tangle is about to cover the wolves . Sill looked back at the snowball and rushed to the pines with his tail high in the air . The "Speckled Apple" wriggled its paws in the snow, turning over on its stomach . She opens her eyes wide and sees how the block covers her . She can't see or hear anything , she can't even smell anything . She feels only the cold that has taken possession of her limbs . Gray Wolf opened her mouth to grab at least some air . But snow balls fall into her throat . She doesn't have enough oxygen . The "speckled apple" grabs the snow with its mouth. The weight of the snow cover presses on her back . She sighs helplessly, closing her pale eyelids . Rays of light began to break through the closed eyes . Her nostrils swallow the air . Sill diligently makes a passage to her . Her tail wants to wag , but the cold has frostbitten it .
