· Vardø, Norway
A letter from the coast.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
Runa's letter reached me with salt on the paper. Her parents had been cornered on the shore by two panicked reindeer and could not cross the narrow path back to town.
I met them on the rocks at low tide and led them below the path, where the surf hid our movement. Her father called the sea dangerous. That afternoon it was the safest road we had.