Some background, My eldest Husky Freki died form Lymphoma just before Thanksgiving. Since the 28th of December I have had a splitting headache and decreasing appetite. I begin to feel that Freki just went on ahead to scout the way.
Through the snowy waste we move toward the distant mountain range. Freki lunges through the snow breaking a trail for me to follow. As we push beyond the tree line I pause sweeting in my light grey fur lined leathers to survey the gently rising open land beyond. Just as Freki and I start up again Geri breaks from the forest behind us. I knew she would be close behind us, just not this close. We push on through the snow, Freki leading and Geri circling us both. Ahead is a dark spot that slowly resolves into a tall figure wearing dark leathers. It is directly in line with the path Freki is breaking for us. We will have to negotiate passage here I believe.
Just a fragment from my mind.