Frost stared surprisingly at Mason for a moment in wonder what he was doing here in such cold weather. It took a lot of her strength to get him to where she was hiding in the forest. She was about a hundred yards away from the border of the Pack of White Snow. His fur was soaked of melting snow on his hot pelt. She could feel his warmth and an exited feeling rushed through her body.
When they got there she lied him down on a bed of pine needles. The best she could do was keep him warm till he woke. It was hard work since every now and then she would uncontrolably let out a small flash of frost or ice and it would rest on Mason's fur. Then a small moan of frozen pain came from Mason as a sign he was awake.
"F-Frost?" He blinked a few times to be able to see. "What are you doing... what happened?"
"You collasped in the snow. Your fine now, though." Frost replied.
"No, I mean when you left." He stared at her for a moment.
"If I told you, you wouldn't understand" Frost said shortly. Only Stream and Frost knew what it was like to be abandoned and having only one friend in the entire world of hatred and misery.
"Well, I can try." he said.
"It's none of your buisness about why I left!" She snapped. She couldn't push the thought away that it was possible one of his friends murdered Stream since her body was found in the Fire Ferns training grounds, what more was she to expect?
"Look, I don't understand why your mad at ME," he said, his voice starting to rise. "I'm sorry Stream died. I don't know how, but you have to move on already Frost!"
"Don't you know where her body was found?" Frost asked, Mason stared at her and slowly shook his head. "She was found in YOUR teams training grounds! Don't you know that?"
"Wait a second," growled Mason, "your blaming me for her death? I haven't even layed a tooth on her!"
"Well, someone from your team did it, and I won't beleive anyone who says that they, whoever they are, didn't do it."
"How dare you insult my team! I swear, if they were here your neck would be snapped in seconds!" Mason snarled. That was a threat and she knew it. When Mason realized what he said he opened his mouth to reject, but Frost beaten him to talking.
"You know what? I'm realy sick of you thinking your so much better than me!" She snarled and her fur rised against her back. "It's not like you know anything of being treated like dirt! Stepped on and uncared for, just another part of life that's unimportant. If you feel that way, then I guess you can just leave!"
"Excuse me," said an ancient voice from behind. "Are you done? Hopefully you understand that your yelling nearly woke up the forest..."'
Mason and Frost turned in alarm to see a strong yet elderly looking black male with scars on his muzzle and down his back.