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The cold wind breathes. The snow covers your feet. You stand out in the open, amidst the blanketed trees.
A white wolf nears.
Time begins to cease. In the next snapshot, its in your reach.
You grab it by the neck. An inch from death. It's fangs nearly rip you to shreds. You muster the strength, and twist its' head.
It's body lay still.
You are free. Winters freeze, at last retreats.
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