Kreft’s wanderings about his old stomping grounds had brought him to a frozen lake with ice pillars and arches. His eyes wandered to look at them in wonder, he had never been to this area before even though he had lived in the north for a good period of time. The only things that he had seen before that matched this in beauty was a crystallized area under the big wreck in the north that was the meeting place of his old pack as well as the lines of gold in a chasm full of marble where he had liked to do his thinking. As he looked out to the ice he almost seemed to recognize a wolf that was walking atop of it. He didn’t remember the name of the wolf but he had sworn that he had seen that face before. He would look at the other wolf in thought, who were they?
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