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Where the black sky touches the white snow I saw movement. A grey wolf.(this might work better if you changed it to 'a wolf' - it will make it sharper) He pushes through the snow, watching me wearily (this almost reads like it should be 'warily', maybe you should find a synonym). Harsh winds blow from the north, sculpting this frozen tundra. All life here is waiting, holding its breath for spring to come, for longer days whose sunlight will coax forth new life. (very nice - I love the voice of the narrator)
This wolf is oblivious to its patience (hmmm . . . this doesn't sound quite right, maybe something about the patience being natural?) Oblivious to the freezing snow that fails to penetrate his dense winter fur. Determination alone drove him forward, on and on through the snow.
I can see now that he is not as small as he seemed from a distance. This wolf stands as tall as a horse, his nose level with my forehead. He is but a meter away from me, watching me with those forever vigilant eyes. I am as frozen as the ground beneath me, but with fear not cold. I show none of this on my face or posture, (maybe this should be - 'I don't show this is in my face or posture' - the way you've said it sort of grates with the earlier voice) I stand tall and keep my expression relaxed.
“Friend,” I call, for I am no enemy of nature. The wolf tilts his head back and howls. Wind throws the snow around in a tantrum (I like this description of the snow) and the wolf gets lost in its fury. His spine-tingling howl echoes in my mind but the lone wolf is gone and without him I am lost. (I don't really understand - 'without him I am lost')
I know at once that this is no dream. (You haven't mentioned it being a dream.) I had never felt more awake than now, more alert, more cold. But a wolf that size couldn’t be possible. There was nothing more impossible than the lone wolf. But I know he exists… and on he pushes.
With nothing to lose, and much to gain, he pushes onward.
There was nothing more impossible than the lone wolf
I was surfacing from a dream I didn’t want to leave. My sister, Lizzie and I were having a water fight in our backyard on a hot summer’s day. But that wasn’t a dream, it was a cherished memory.
A sigh escaped my lips as I opened my eyes to face reality. Everything was blindingly white; the snow covering the ground, the cloudy white sky, the shape moving on the horizon… what the heck is that? Then it was gone, dropped out of sight behind the snowy ridge.
The winter months were the hardest. It was always, always cold, despite my thick fur. A friend to keep me warm was a luxury I did not have; a pack to help me hunt was another. I guessed it was for the best, the food was scarce enough as it was without extra mouths to feed. The Pull urged me to move but I resisted. I wanted to lie here, just for a moment. Maybe I’d get lucky and freeze to death.
Right now you’re probably wondering “Is this guy some sort of suicidal emo?”, “What the heck is the Pull?” and possibly even “Lizzie is a nice name.” Well the answers are; sort of, the overpowering magnetism that likes to jerk me around here and there and, of course it’s a nice name, it’s my sister’s name.
Looking at the ground around me, I saw animal tracks but the snow was falling too fast. It covered them up before I could look closer. Protruding from the snow was a single blade of grass. Spring was on the way. From the corner of my eye I saw a streak of black against the field of white below.
The full moon hung low in the velvety sky, casting an eerie glow through the canopy of the trees. The chilly night was far from silent as we weaved through the life-abundant forest. An owl hooted from far above and bugs chirped all around. I could hear the scurry of vermin in the undergrowth and their heartbeats thrumming a little faster as we passed.
I could hear all of their thoughts and they could hear mine.
Just as I was stronger, Zeda faster, Sanel stealthier and Jazmun more compassionate than humanly (or in our case, non-humanly) possible.
You right, this could be trouble.
Now I could also hear the wolves, it sounded like four males.
Wait. “Good evening,” She called to the other pack.
“I agree, this is a good evening,” the closest wolf smiled evilly.
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