Monday, June 20, 2016

100 Words a Day 871

When I first saw him stumble out of the blizzard and into camp, I thought the old man was a werewolf come to feast on us. It wasn’t until he shook his head out from under his wolf-fur cloak, covered in frost, that I realized he was human. Once I could see him fully, I realized his feet dragged, leaving two lines in the snow. It took him several moments to realize where he was, at which point he collapsed in the snow. The men in camp rushed to his side and carried him inside, placing him near the hearth.

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