
the snow loomed heavily on the road ahead. the rockies - craggy and sugar-coated - began to take height. the road ahead - and ascent into the heavens. how much closer to heave could one get? as his neurons executed that thought, his eyes spotted something quite remarkable. just as he looked out the window to see the distant, now darkened sunset, he saw it. a wolf. standing at the edge of the pine brush, basking in the glow of the almost full moon. the wolf wore a coat of brindled gray. and sported a large, bushy tail. lupin knew it could not be a fox. a fox ... its far smaller than a wolf. and .... a fox ... does not live nocturnally. no one else in the van saw the wolf. only lupin. and he wondered. just what that meant.
