NorthernHounds

For a long time all Imelda heard was the muffled snorts of the horses, the soft panting of the dogs, the jingle of the horses’ tack, and the crunch of snow beneath the animals’ feet.  She and her husband Mikhail were on their way to the winter livestock market, on the lookout for any animal that might be useful to them, but Imelda was especially looking forward to adding another Kastro to their small pack.  For now they only had two dogs, though they were beautiful examples of their breed.  Imelda appreciated the beauty of Anfisa, her curly-coated Kastro, and Adrik, Mikhail’s rough-coated male, but she was a practical woman.  She looked mo...