The journey through the storm was a blur of pain and exhaustion. The wolves guided me through the thickest brush, choosing paths that shielded us from the worst of the wind.
Every time I stumbled, one of the wolves would lean against my leg, offering its body for support. It was a surreal procession—a human being led through the heart of a Siberian storm by the very creatures he had saved. My vision was failing, and I was sure we were just wandering deeper into the abyss. But the wolves never hesitated, their internal compasses locked onto a destination I couldn’t see.
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Suddenly, the lead wolf stopped and let out a low, guttural bark that cut through the roar of the blizzard.
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