I remember lying in the snow, a red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves. They were me, biting me pressing into the ground as if I was apart of the Earth. Their bodies blocked what little heat the sun offered. Ice glistened on their ruffs and their breath made shapes that hung in the air around us. The musky smell of their coats made me think of wet dog and the burning wood, pleasant and terrifying. Their tongues melted my skin; their careless te

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