Alexandra
The wolf’s warm breath is against me and my hands are buried deep in his thick fur. It's cold, my feet are wet and the snow is piling over us. I don't know how long we stayed like this. But then I see the growing red stain in the snow and I shiver with fear. Not of him but for him.
“I have to clean the wound, “I speak in breathless whispers, hoping he might hear me. “I know you are somewhere in there. “
I keep talking to him, “You have to let me clean it. And… And I know you don’t want me, but I have to… “
I unwrap my arms and the wolf’s bright red eyes have taken a new shade. It’s more dull and I can tell he is in pain.
There is a cave nearby and I get up, hoping he will follow.
He has to, please….
I am not sure he even recognized me but I have to try. I take a step a
