Woolly Angler

Days of wondering though the icy tundra have left you tired and frozen. Fingers numb, ears and nose burning from frostbite, this could be the end. Then though a part in the snow you see the glimmer of a warm camp fire. A mirage? A trap? It seems to good to be true and your wisdom is high enough to know it probably is. But the flickering flames beckon to you. Your body moves with it's own will towards the warmth. Just as you draw closes enough to feel the heat warming your frozen face, the ground