There they were, all over the fresh snow. Wandering the limited greenspaces. The midnight wolf had already moved on. I’d tried last night to catch a glimpse too, but clearly streetlight allies hadn’t been enough. I’d try again though.
Frustratingly opportunities were few. Secretive midnight wolves only came out on snowy nights. At least, that’s what Dad said.
Little did younger me know. Wolves had disappeared from Scotland long ago…