Ow! That must be my rib. Or is it ribs? Where am I?
The past leading to this moment, flashed in my head, like a photo film slideshow – the heavy snowfall, the practice race, the speedy trail, the moose appearing out of nowhere, the crash.
Ouch! No wonder I can’t move! It’s dark now so I must be out for what? 5 hours? I’m glad I taught the pack how to get help, at least I know they’ll get som…!!
What’s that? Wolves? No, they can’t be out here! Did they smell me? Am I bleeding? But the blood would have frozen by now, just like my rest is.’
I stopped breathing. But that hurt my ribs more. That’s when I heard Skye’s low short bark. I could recognize it anywhere. He was trying to move slowly towards my head. He must have sensed that I was awake now and knew that I was hurt, he was being as gentle as he could. “Skye! Why didn’t you leave with the others?”
My voice broke, hypothermia was making it difficult to cry; and then I saw the other five silhouettes.
