#tiny!wolf.

An shook the snow out of her hair and didn't shiver, didn't stamp her feet in the horrible, painful snow boots. She didn't want to be out here in the dark and cold, but everyone at the compound said she couldn't do this. She wasn't human enough.

The group of boys, fourteen and fifteen and older, years older than her, that had dragged her along, pushed her forwards down the path first, said she had to do this one by herself, so she did, holding her cheap plastic sword awkwardly as the door loomed ahead, knocking on the wood because the doorbell was too high to reach and squinting over her black face mask as it opened.