Where death lurks
The wolves continue to pace anxiously around the glen, their breaths pricking the icy air with a thick vapour. Waiting so listlessly in this enclosed forest, I all at once become filled with a familiar thought, a rush of familiar sensations that remind me so much of the end: The startling cold, the endless dark and... The most unnerving feeling that despite having your eyes constantly piercing the gloom in front of you, you are being watched from that obnoxious darkness. Studied.
A little shiver shakes through the vertebrae on my spine.
When surrounded by such a suffocating atmosphere, and your only companions are two great lumbering wolves carved from shadow and blood, it isn't exactly the most conducive environment from keeping the mind from wandering.