Grapevine Fires

The cold was almost unbearable. s autumn turned to winter the north became deadly for wolves like Jyla, well groomed wolves with sleek fur and odd markings. He stayed beside The Wall as the winds buffeted him. He shivered against the cold and his paws ached from the snow, slowly powdering the grass, he howled, searching for anyone to help him. He had to survive. He had to live to see the next day, he had to find his father. He listened for any kind of response. Waiting. Frozen in place, in the grassland. He howled again, desperately, hoping against hope that someone, anyone, would answer.