The howls were relatively close and unless the cave was playing tricks on you they were right around the corner. You put your back against the wall and slowly creep to the edge and *gulp* two little wolf cubs were gnawing on something and a rather large, white wolf lazily eyes them, laying on her paws. In the distance behind them you could see two other wolves running away up an incline of sorts. You could feel your stomach in your throat and your heart was beating so fast your hands were shaking, or was that from the cold?
You slowly back away and put your backpack down as you quietly rummaged through it for anything that you could use. You had the dagger of course, but also some flint and steel to start a campfire with, some bags of dried jerky meat to eat later, and a white blanket to keep warm. You close the pack and tried to think what you should do with these limited options. You could always go the other way and hope for the best or face your fear and get past these wolves somehow.
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Into the snow
FantasyA short love story where a man receives a mysterious note from Crystal and seeks out to find her but faces many difficult challenges. My first published short story on paetron written in 2017 and being dusted off and put up here for everyone's enj...
