As dusk fell the snow fell silently, the wind blowing it into deep drifts. Wearily, the wolf made his way up the trail, walking on instinct alone, trusting the familiarity of the path hidden beneath the thick blanket of snow.
Up ahead he could just see the outcrop of black rock against the darkening sky. Sanctuary lay underneath it- his den for the long winter to come.
An eternity later he saw the mouth of the cave a few metres above him.
Darkness wrapped itself around him like a blanket as he settled down on the earth floor to rest.
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Coral McCallum 