Written by Clarke Wainikka She stood between the trees. Her head and chest lifted, flakes of snow falling onto her torso and covering her in a blanket of white softness. Her terracotta fur matte against the forest foreground. Her black ears twisted as a boot crunched in the snow. They twisted again as the shotgun raised. The gun pressed into his shoulder, struggling to balance against his thin arm. The cold was unforgiving. Biting at his already shaking fingertips. His father