Golden eyes blinked nervously behind the dark screen of trees. She stalked back and forth. A wide expanse of snowy ground lay between her and the log cabin atop the hill. Dawn was approaching and the silver wind swirled about the dark home. It howled. The sun was sleeping behind Pan’s Peak and the only light to be seen was an oil lantern on the plank-wood kitchen table. Its flame flickered, providing a weak glow behind frosted window panes.
Eyes probed left and right, studying the grounds of the home. There were visitors last night and they sure left a mess. A snowshoe rabbit lay shredded beside the barn. A warm crimson stain seeped into the snowy earth. Scraps of burlap floated around the barn and horses stomped nervously in their stalls. Grain was strewn around the ground. Wet and ruined.
I’ll be blamed for all of this, she huffed. The air from her nostrils rose as steam against the cold. Luck was thin enough standing so near the children’s home. Her muscles jerked; it was difficult to leave. She would return when it was darker. A flash of white flitted through the trees and snow flurries filled her empty tracks.
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In Alpin Wood
Teen Fiction"I'm ready to go home now," Tinsley spoke through heavy breath. The crimson pool expanded across the snow, filling her nostrils with a sickening metallic smell. She closed her eyes and recalled dinner around the plankwood kitchen table, Addie and M...
