Winter 1989 – A Song of Finding

Tarni sniffed at the wind. She looked at me with upraised eyebrows. I nodded. There was an animal smell in the air. It was the reek of something, probably some things, large. I held up a single finger. She shook her head and held up four fingers. I mimed a snarl and clawed hands to indicate a predator. She shrugged.