The soldier pulls you across the frozen snow towards the dog kennel, set far enough away so that our fearless leader cannot hear the dogs bark at night. The wind howls through the cliffs with the cry of the icy dead. The rope freezes and snaps and the sled your baby body is in slides down the hill. Way down into the valley of winter animals. Friendly creatures huddle around the sled to keep you warm. A mother wolf whose babies died earlier that day gives you milk.