A Dark Song on the SnowIt was the break of dawn when Vierra stuck her head out of the lean-to house. It wasn't long before she went back and yelled to the sleeping men. “Somebody has stolen the meat! There is not a single piece left.”
Sleep was quickly shaken from the men's eyes and they hurried outside. The snowfall grew heavier by the minute as they wandered around, searching. All the meat, including that which Vierra had set to dry, was gone.
“The spirit of the wolf has punished us,” was Runtamoinen's opinion. “We have to soothe the spirits to get the moose back.”
“If the wolf spirit hasn't suddenly learned how to ski, we shall have to search for the perpetrator somewhere else,” yelled Armas, coming from the outskirts of the village. “Six pairs of skis are missing. Songman's group is
