Wish Upon a Snowflake

Hardulf's voice echoed throughout the village and the forest without any fear he could start another avalanche. "Hey, you," he whistled loudly at a young wolfman. "If you are not good with a shovel, turn into a wolf and sniffle around with the tracking team."

In the absence of his coordination, nothing would have been accomplished. It made him proud that everyone needed him for everything. If only Agatha had seen that. He couldn't wait for the day when she would admit that she couldn't do anything without him, that she needed him, that she couldn't even breathe without him...

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to see Agatha and Hope struggling to pass through the snow that reached to their knees.

"How is the search going?" Agatha asked, staring at him with her amber eyes.