Here
wolves hunt in packs,
men in pairs.

Crippled deer
scent the air,
a bitter perfume.

The deer strip bark
from saplings,
the wolves strip flesh
from the deer,
and the men...

no,
I will not draw
your conclusions.

Whatever happens here,
happens when it is snowing.
Whatever happens now,
you will find
no trace
by the time you arrive.