A plane lowering its flight was one of the most frightening feelings in my life, but thanks to Yuri's hand holding mine I survived. Somehow. Barely.
But when we got off the plane it became clear that this particular Dorothy is not in Kansas anymore.
The climate was different, it was at the same time dry like in the desert and cold with a wind so uninviting that it hurt my skin. As far as my eyes could reach, we were surrounded by the grasslands with just a handful of low bushes here and there, and it looked like the hangar and two others neighboring it were the only buildings in the area.
But the real shocker started when our feet touched the steady ground and we stood face to face with a group of at least twenty wolves, of whom a young girl in front was holding a tray in her hands.
