Agony. The last noisy breath is a fragment of a broken life. Death comes suddenly. But frozen inanimate eyes say no less than an angry growl. Hatred...

The red-eyed ones tear at us with a fury that borders on cruelty. They attack, taking advantage of their own strength gained during my absence, gnaw, bite and wound.

It seems that the wolves should be getting smaller, but no - they are coming. They come from all corners of the snowy peninsula, leaving posts and providing assistance. Rushing blood... Your own and someone else's.

I don't feel pain. And earlier she was quite tolerant of her, and after the captivity of the...