Pawprints in the snow

Chapter 6: Promise.

Radvolf P.O.V.

Never in life I ran this fast, as I did today. To be correct partly slid, collapse in holes, leap over cracks while racing down the mountain. Apparently, snow can be very dangerous, especially when it covers all pits and landscape features. As I could not afford to break, a leg... paw... You get me.

For the first time I hated snow and am glad that I have four legs instead two. I am not sure any person would travel down the mountains as fast as I did, but it was not fast enough. At least that what I thought, the scent from hooves almost fully dissipated. Forces me to lower my nose to catch last of aroma of the trail. A snowstorm clouding above didn't made this task any easier by reminding it can start at any moment. Only the stillness before the storm helps my tracking.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" My thoughts hurrying my body.

CRUNCH!

And my front paw gets swallowed by the earth.

No! No! NO!

I yank my paw, but at the same time frozen wooden teeth clench their jaws little tighter and deeper into my skin.

Fine! You confounded tree! I have no choice and time to do it nicely!

Anger and frustration boils in my blood as grab the icy root and tear it to pieces. Every time my teeth slip or I lose my balance, made me more and more furious. Every second was passing like an hour. Once there is enough room for my leg, second later, I am on the run. Wind whistles more loudly in my ears making me forget about scent, as I know exactly where it leads now -Arendelle's castle.

"Almost there!" I thought as I jump from the forest treeline.

Arendelle is already in my view and to my horror, there is a storm forming around it. I try to shout using Elsa's voice, hoping it could work, so I could locate her. To my disappointment, only howls escape from my mouth.

It seems I have to find her with traditional methods.

Smell and voice.

Sprinting between the houses, I see many people staring at me behind the glass. Most of them crosses themselves, as if I am some kind demon. I cannot blame them through. You don't see a gigantic wolf in a town very often. Especially which is covered in blood. But HEY! I did not had any time to clean myself. Other people prepare for worst and silently aim at me with their crossbows. I know if I make one threatening move toward their shelter, they will not hesitate. Respecting their choice, I keep distance.

"Be quiet or Vargr will hear you."

"Oh, my god! It is Vargr!"

"Don't lower your aim on this Vargr!"

"Mummy I am afraid of him."

"Somebody is going to pay a price!"

It has been a long time since people called me like that. These whispers followed me throughout the town, like a wildfire.

Finally, I reach the castle! Standing just few yards away from it, I scan my surrounding. The storm is getting worst. Where I need to go? Where I can find Elsa?

Gate?

No, is too strong and guarded by solders. I am sure they won't mind to put few bolts in me.

Windows?

No, they are too narrow for me to fit through.

The only best thing I can do now, it is at least locate Elsa.

Therefore, I leap to the nearest window and shout her name. One time, next window, second time, next window, on and on. I think I got to my fifteenth window, when I hear my reply. Despite the low notes in it, I immediately recognise the owner.