When winter truly sets in, blanketing rooftops in white and transforming paths into veritable snow-covered corridors, every outing becomes a small expedition. In this isolated village, whenever the water pipes became blocked, a resident had to volunteer to check the old system hidden at the edge of the forest. That day, it was Thomas, accustomed to harsh winters, who took on the task, equipped, focused, ready to face the biting cold.
It was while crossing a large snow-covered field that he spotted a motionless, dark shape, half-hidden by the snow. His first instinct was to move away. Yet, something about the scene caught his attention: a young wolf cub was circling the figure, unable to understand why it wasn’t getting up.
