day 9

Wolves circling on the edge of vision. Their eyes small searchlights flicker in the black. A swirl of air as the pack circles and eddies brings a musky scent and almost imperceptible crackles of twigs under paws. I listen without breathing, tasting the air on my tongue, willing my muscles to relax, my heart to calm.


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