The cold wind chill
Biting at exposed frostbitten skin
The threat of polar sleep
Begging heavily on weary eyes
Breath freezes in midair and drops to the icy ground
Seconds after escaping from shivering lips
The world is white beyond imagination
Sky and land blend into one giant cloud of ice
Frozen underneath frozen feet
Individual wails from the pack
Hungrily in pursuit
The sledge tracks carving
A new path, a new line
Past the snow topped mountains
And over the iced lake
Where seals and fish swim about
Onward thru the night
Onward thru the onslaught of frost
The break of dawn
Just over the horizon
And our destination
Just short of the wolves giving up on their pursuit