I run through the newly fallen snow.
My heart beats heavy in my chest.
I hear a loud thump. Freeze. Don’t even breathe.
The cold air is sharp in my lungs.
The forest is still.
I take a risk. Move. Turn my head.
It was only the snow from the branches of a tree.
Run. Faster. Exhaustion soon.
Lights in the distance. Village.
I’m not going to be caught. Turn.
Begin to run. Wait.
I left it there.
I run back. Move snow. Eventually, move dirt.
Dig… Quickly. I hear them.
Silently making their ways through.
I am the Wolf.
Today is the first snow. I was compelled to write.