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Padraic ran along the wolf’s tracks until he was hot and
gasping for breath, despite the chill of the air. How long had
he been running? He paused for a moment, looking at the
tracks. How was it they were still visible? They should have
filled in by now. Resting for a moment, he studied the falling
snow. Somehow it fell in such a way as to keep the prints
visible, if only barely. He reached down and gently touched
one massive wolf print, and was startled to find that the
snow there was not as cold as that which surrounded it.
What sort of creature was this animal that had summoned
him? Regaining his breath, he moved on.