i run.
he runs.
we run from the castle.
i laugh.
it feels good to be completely warm again.
the bag thumps on my back.
i don't mind.
it has extra clothes for when mine get wet and food.
real food.
not the meat the prince brings me.
i don't know how to start a fire.
so, i can't eat what he offers.
now, he rushes to the cave.
I rush after him.
the snow covers our tracks.
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Prince of Wolves
Contoi hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
