Adventure chronicles

A wolf climbing up a sparsely vegetated mountain peak. And a boy walking in shadows that the full moon casts tonight. The boy is relaxed, breathing normally, painted a pale blue by the moonlight that catches his skin on occasions. The crest of his mountain approaches, and as it does, reveals a beautiful vista of snow-capped peaks far, far off, out there.

The wolf and the boy are one. The fury of the beast, and the contemplative nature of a thinking species; a lust for distances and solitude. They could be anywhere in the Himalayas - Rohtang, or Sarchu, or Nanda Devi, or one of the meadows. They could be lost out. They could be on a path of liberation, or a brushing distance from death. They could be hungry, cold; but their eyes stay locked to the mountains beyond, and that frozen river down below. They will continue by daybreak.
A lust for life.

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