Prologue

Zephi didn’t understand. She was hungry. She was tired. But mostly, she was scared and confused. The last of the herd was gone, and she was alone, with no one to tell her where to go or what to do. For once, that was all she wanted.

She scraped at the ice with her tusks. While she held little hope that her action would reveal any food, it felt good to be doing something. All she found was more ice.  She sniffed the air with her trunk, wishing rather than hoping that she might smell something useful like food or another herd. To her surprise, she did smell something.  She looked up quickly, and noticed some open tundra ahead.  Food!

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