Did we squirm and twist past flying text and the howl of winter-driven maelstrom?
Did we???
Waking fierce to the night and crying out, in red. Watch the blizzard swirl, and there she pads. Lupine and grey-eyed, blinking in the early morning sun. His dream in the ancient brittle-boned, the maned-wolf Canidae. Following her trail.
Canis lupis and the pelt is raised in hot-blood, embraced and clawing the frosty forest ground. Alive once more. We watch the two wolves pass from sight. Entwined and dancing through the thick pine musk of a wintery needled floor.
The blizzard swirls once more, whipping our snow-blind eyes. And all is sweet surrender as they enfold in white. Alone, together.
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