Nami struggled through the cold, but her legs were tired, and she knew if she didn't find shelter, she would die.
'Oh COME ON! Theres got to be SOME shelter around here,' she thought feircely. Her black jacket whippedd against her body as another feirce wind knocked her of her feet.
"O GOD! ouch," she said outloud. then her eyes zeroed in on four distant figures. With a faint spark of hope, she trudged foward.
"HEY! I COULD USE SOME HELP!" she shouted. Then froze as she realized the 4 figures were wolves.
"Who are you?!" snapped the big grey one visciously.