fire & ice

The blizzard seemed endless though the worst was still upon them. The snow fell in giant heaps at first as they began their way. Then came the winds, whipping snowfall sideways, pushing the wolves to stumble and tuck their ears down onto their lowered heads as the braced the storms, making way on the frozen path that led the southern continent into the north. The bifrost by now was frozen over, rocky and sandy earth icy and with the push of the winds, causing the wolves to slip.

Would they make it across? Would they fall into the icy waters instead and die of hypothermia? Drown all together? And why north, during this horrible winter no less?

Enenra's stomach growled and between the now three in this group, they had not been lucky in the south in way of hunting to sustain the three of them. You'd think the herds would have moved south, but perhaps not. Maybe they would find some hardy reindeer or moose. Maybe they would find an equally suffering pack to steal from.

Life was growing desperate for the loners and one could see no end to their plight.

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