The Pack

Last nights clear skies and falling temperatures held the promise of a frost, but this morning a thin sliver of a waning moon smiled apologetically at me and my pack. No dissapointment for the dogs, simply being out is enough reward. Returning over the bridge the scent of a disgarded cigarette insulted my nostrils, my companions were more interested in the scent of the accompanying dog and we sprinted on up the track. Nearing the road we caught up with the lone dog walker. The husky and collie raced on by like pro cyclists on "la tour", whilst the small scottie barked as if to encourage us on. Sadly we left the scottie behind, it was, after all a pet, and in the cold, still early morning light, we are a pack, creatures of the trail.