Chapter 13

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13 Fern The cold seared my lungs as I crept out of my hiding place. It took me a few minutes to push aside the snow laden branches, but at last I stumbled out into a world of white. Working my stiff fingers, I ate some snow. A desolate landscape, white and barren, stretched before me and behind. I wished the wolves would howl again. Perhaps they were buried. Perhaps they’d died in despair. With that bleak thought, I pressed on. Svein Over the course of the hunt, I came to know my prey’s scent, fresh and strange, clearly distinct from the blue frost smell of the cold. Each footprint bore a faint whiff of wintergreen, along with the smoky tang of woodfire. Underneath, some enticing sweetness, almost floral. Like long forgotten springtime. By the time I caught up to my prey, I had fall

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