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The landscape was frosted white. The weak sunlight that filtered through the forest was not enough to drive the frost from the limbs. The delicate veins of the fallen leaves were etched in sparkling silver. It was as though the earth itself was freezing from the inside out. Recent snow fall blanketed the ground in a thin sheet of white. With the bitter cold that layer had frozen solid. It did not record the movement of rabbit or numerous deer mice. They did not have enough weight to break the crust of snow. Not that such small prey was worth the energy required to catch it.
Iopah was restless. She was standing in a stand of beech. Deer had been here recently, stripping the leaves from the branches, and Iopah excitedly studied all trace of them. Finally, she looked up, snorting in irritation. Her warm breath turned white in the chilly air. She longed to chase, tuned into nothing but her prey, and sink her canines into warm flesh and pull it to the ground.
The she-wolf stepped from the beech trees and looked around. She huffed impatiently. Iopah knew better than to howl for others wolves. Broadcasting her intentions to the deer would make it that much harder. No, she would wait here and hope the scent of deer would draw another wolf.