by PDR-Kellie | Feb 19, 2013 | Contemplations, History, Manitoba, The Pas
I heard the wolves this morning. At 5 a.m., the sky studded with quartz flakes of stars, the snow creaking into the cold night. I’d just come in from letting Mowat out and heard them when I climbed back into bed. An eerie far-off howling that accentuated the silence....
