Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 060

In a surprisingly short time, the wolf he held ceased its struggle for life as he kept air from its lungs.  When he felt no more threat from the jaws, Thorvald wrapped a hand around the beast’s snout and wrenched its head back.  Three distinct cracks echoed in his ears as life fled the body.  He tossed carcass onto one of its pack mates and stood for a long moment trying to gather his breath.

The north wind chose that instant to blow stronger than the breeze he’d come to rely on.  Turning his face to the wind, Thorvald shivered.

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