· Tromsø, Norway
The wrong trail.
From the journal of the Wolf of the North · a work of fiction
The Kristensens followed fresh tracks toward their summer hut, thinking they belonged to a neighbor. The tracks belonged to a reindeer separated from its herd, and it rushed their packed sled.
I turned the sled sideways as a shield and waited for the animal to pass. It took longer than courage lasts in stories. When it finally moved on, we went home by the shoreline instead.