Tracks on the SnowA large, silver-maned wolf sat in the shade of the forest, waiting. The wait was shortly rewarded; moments later, a female moose ran heavily through the wintry wilderness that was gilded by the bright sun. The graceful legs of the animal sank deep into the snow with every step. Running in those conditions told of immense strength and endurance. The wolf smelled the moose's strong scent, the strength and fear of a fleeing animal.
The wolf waited patiently and let the moose pass by, which was something its kin would hardly have done. A moment later, three human pursuers appeared. The morning snow carried them on their skis, nicely speeding up the chase. The men were young, almost boys still. From underneath their caps flashed hair as yellow as the autumn hay. The patched c
