I could not have fire because there was no dry wood to be found.
The predators were out; I could hear them howling, snuffling and screeching.
I hugged myself and nearly nodded off, but fear prevented me from sleeping and I was alert when the big wolf entered my camp.
I stood, raised my hatchet and dared him to advance.
"I'm your spirit guide," he whispered, "you are sleeping."
We talked a long time.
I awoke cold and sore.
Circling me were large paw prints, and the echo of a dream.