It was so cold even with his huge, thick winter coat. So here, in the mysterious mines, Selyan had taken shelter. The mountain peaks were a lot worse, but down here at the base it was still quite chilly. The white wolf had avoided the snow by crawling his way into the back of an old tunnel; he?d curled himself into a tight ball and drifted to sleep. But he was violently awoken from his less-than-peaceful night. His eyes snapped open, ears swiveled forward to the dark tunnel ahead of him. In the shadows, Sel could make out a wolf similar in appearance to him, but there was darkness in his fur and a different kind of darkness in his eyes. The hidden wolf smelled blood and, no doubt, in the stuffy air, the oncoming wolf could soon smell him. His movements were frightening, jolting and creepy. His hackles raised.
Has he seen me?
The wolf turned and shook his head crazily.
No.
Sel backed away, deeper into the tunnels. Another wolf appeared, this one speaking to the first. This one seemed less bloodthirsty and perhaps more sane, her nostrils wouldd?t be clouded by the dried blood on her face as the other one would. Sel?s eyes fluttered to the way he?d come in, behind the two wolves. He creeped backwards slowly, contemplating whether he should dash away now or wait until he was noticed to begin his flight.
