Carlson decided that it was time to travel even though the snow still blocked the high pass. He asked Dominic to get the train in order, and to find Jum as she would know which was the best route to the high plain of Jirima. He told Dominic that they would be traveling light on a rescue mission, so speed would be crucial. Dominic was to select only the fastest and strongest members of the clan to make this journey, as Carlson had heard that the black wolf pack was in the area. With speed Carlson hoped that he and the team might reach and cross the pass before the black wolfs got their scent.
With a just a week’s food roped in place Dominic set the train in motion. Whilst Carlson advised those who remained, to close the village and return to the coast and await the spring. As the train started up the first incline a lone scout from the black wolfs watch them leave, then turned east, with news which would see him find faviour with the pack.
Footnote: My apologies for the link to this photograph is rather tenuous, this piece will become part of a long short story, a novella. Which I found myself writing the middle section of last night. When I saw the picture of the train station and a mound of snow, last nights story was rekindled. My train is made up of donkey’s. The story is historical fiction.