It has become warm enough for me to begin walking to work again. The air was warm and the wind light and the skies are still dark. It was a wonderful morning for a walk. I started out the door and realized that the warm air and wind had turned our snow covered roads back into a skating rink. So I turned around to grab the ice grippers.
Once more I headed out the door. I was ready. The sound of my feet hitting the ice was the only sound. Then I heard it. A long howl from the south. Not too far away. Then his answer was called back. Not just by one but by many. The call of a pack of wolves. I counted five separate calls. I guessed they were on the shores of the river. Close but not too close. Their voices carried on the breeze.
As I walked and listened I wondered if they were playing. After a night of hunting were they chasing each other up and down the river bank? I have seen that behavior in Minnesota. I kept my flashlight looking through the woods hoping that I may catch a glimpse of one. Then again it was only me and the sound of my boots on the ice. It was a nice greeting to start the day.
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