Deadliest Catch, Season 20

Rakia advanced cautiously, her eyes tracing the icy landscape and frozen trees that reached out to the sky like skeletal hands. The sun, callous in its cold winter indifference, cast long, harsh shadows across the unforgiving terrain. Her breath formed a veil of white in front of her face every time she exhaled. Every sound in the frozen forest was amplified: the eerie creaking of frozen branches, the faint rustling of leaves encased in ice, her own heartbeat pounding like a war drum in her ears.

She continued her slow trek through the submerged forest, towering trees loomed over her as they worked their way to the water’s edge. She could see their targets in the distance, a pod of walruses lounging on the edge of ice. They would have to be quick. Quick enough to intercept one before it could escape them into the frozen ocean … and careful enough to avoid getting drug below the surface themselves. The walruses lay in a mass of blubber and tusk, their coarse grunting echoed through the stillness of the submerged forest. They were oblivious to the wolves’ presence, their milky eyes squinting against the harsh midday sun, their bodies rolling and shifting in languid comfort. Was this a good idea? Probably not. But that had never stopped her before.

"Rakia Perreau"