She found a trail on the other side of town, the town wasn't too big. Her nose twitched, making her stop to take a deep inhale. Huskys. Their trail wasn't too fresh, mostly because of the snow falling on her nose. She sniffed the ground. It was a few hours ago at least, and the trail was a little ways behind them. She trotted down the trail, wondering how long it was. From traveling for hours and finally having a small meal, she could barley feel her paws and nose, and the tip of her tail. She kept moving at a brisk pace, moving in a messy way instead of a graceful pattern. She followed the husky trail, from the way they where mingled together told her they where a group.
(Time boost! Your now two hours older) Kiba stopped, taking deeps breaths, a cloud of mist circling from her mouth. She plopped down in the middle of the trail. She could see the end, and the smells where stronger. But she was so tired... she stood, and dragged herself, her eyes looking everywhere wildly. "I wish...the huskys...have nice owner...or I'm dead..." she muttered out, her lips hard to move. She stopped, her eyes gazing at the barn. She plopped down, her eyes strain, leg bleeding. "Don't... think....can live..." She said as strong she could. Her eyes closed, and she drifted into sleep.