winter wasteland

 photo sunset_zps91a5b389.jpgCredit: Aspenbreeze

He looked across the river to marvel at the frozen mountains, the winter wasteland he was headed towards.  The snow-capped peaks called to him and he was powerless to resist.

He stepped into the cold water, noticing its bite but not letting that slow him, and quickly strode across the shallows.  In spring the river would be a torrent as the snow melted and sent wave after wave crashing down, but for now it was calm and low and easily crossed.  On the other side he paused to shake what water he could from his legs before carrying on into the dark recesses of the forest.

Relentless in his desire to answer the heralding mountains, his steps never faltered as he wound over tangled roots, around gnarled grasping branches, and through the thick snagging brush.  The failing light would have slowed the progress of most who traipsed there, but he was familiar enough with the ground he covered to ensure he didn’t fall prey to the many hidden dangers lurking in the shadows.

Head down and eyes darting back and forth, ears perked up listening to everything around him, and heart racing, he made good time.  The miles disappeared below his feet and the mountains loomed large across his horizon.  The sun slipped further from sight, casting a shadows upon shadows and splashing the sky in orange and purple.  The mountains seemed to glow as they snow intensified and reflected the last rays of light.

The river crossed his path again, he had known it would, and he looked across the river to marvel at the frozen mountains again.  The snow-capped peaks called to him and tilting back his head he loosed a spine chilling howl that reverberated across the frozen wasteland.

Head down, he bounded forward.  He’d picked up his pack’s scent and knowing they were on his heels gave him renewed strength to forge ahead.

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Something about this picture definitely said “wolf” to me, so that’s what I went with.  Though, it could have just as easily said “backpacking late in the season” or “snowboarding” or “hermit hidden away from the rest of the world.”  But, wolf won out for my response to this week’s Picture Writing Prompt provided by moi.

Want to play along?  Of course you do!  What do you see?  Write it, link it, post it!

 

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17 thoughts on “winter wasteland

    • It’s funny how these things work out. When I started writing it, it was definitely me looking at the beautiful landscape, but then as the words continued to develop, I saw that it wasn’t me after all… 😀

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