Our owner froze. "Wolves." He breathed. Everybody stood like a statue... barely breathing. Again came that howl, closer this time. "Daddy....momma....i'm scared." I whined to my parents. Gracie snuggled me and Buddy licked my head gently. I relaxed a little, then my hair bristled once again when I heard a returning howl, from the other side of the road.... very close. "C'mon guys.... we gotta keep moving....fast." Master whispered and began walking, trying to be quiet. Being quiet... on snow... followed by 5 dogs and a rooster.... well, it just doesn't work. "CRUNCH. CRACK. CRUNCH!!" we heard from beneath our feet each time we took a step. Master gathered up a large stick and carried it, his eyes searching the side of the road. I could tell what Buddy and Fido were thinking... like they were sending brain messages to my tiny, puppy head. Buddy was thinking, "Well, my dear friend Fido, we are in yet another battle. I wish you luck... and remember, save my family before you save me. That would make me a happy old dog, even if i'm killed." And Fido was thinking, "As you wish, Buddy." "DADDY!!! DON"T DIE!" I howled. Buddy turned around and covered my mouth with his paw and looked around. My howl had traveled through the woods... and now, many howls from the wolves came, as if they were saying, "That was a DOG howl!" I quivered, afraid of what i had just did. I had just given away our position! Now Daddy would surely die... and it was all my fault.