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Timberwolf's Den
On the
sheltered side of a hill is a small log cabin. It is in one corner of a rolling field with
the forest to the back and extending up the mountain side. A stream flows calmly in front
of the cabin. The air is cold and you can see your breath in front of you, as you walk up
the snow covered trail. The ground is covered with newly fallen snow that is soft under
foot with the snow capped mountains shimmering in the early morning light of the rising
sun. To one side of the cabin by the edge of the woods a whitetail buck and doe search the
snow covered ground under the apple tree for late fallen apples. A thin wisp of smoke is
curling and climbing from the chimney at the far corner of the cabin. You step up on the
porch and knock on the rough hewn door. A low voice calls back,"come in". You
slide the bolt over and open the door to the soft warm light and the pleasant smell of
breakfast cooking. You enter the doorway and you are met by the owner of the voice that
bayed you entry. You are staring into the gray eyes and toothy grin of a wolf who extends
his fur covered hand in friendship. |
