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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