· Björkliden, Sweden
The mountain path.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
Two sisters and their father were caught between a steep drop and an agitated herd on the pass. They had tried to stay still, but the youngest was losing her footing in the slush.
I anchored a rope around a stone and carried the youngest across on my back. The others followed one careful step at a time. From below, the antlers looked like a second forest above the ridge.