here's my work: Turn your face into the east wind, and if you could see forever you would see Ivan’s land. It is a land where the sun never shines and the sky is gray, how will he know where he is. It is a land where the wind howls like a Werewolf, what will Ivan do alone scared. It is a land where everything is scary and nasty, how will Ivan survive as a man alone. It is a land where the water is as cold as a snakes heart. It is a land where hazardous wolves are near you all the time.
Ivan was climbing a frosty hill as he slipped and tumbled down the snow covered hill his snow pick shot off his belt and he just caught it in his gloved fingertips. He dug it into the steep hill to save his fall only to see that he was at the bottom with a wolf. The wolf had a growl like the scream of a bat. He ran up the hill and with luck lost the wolf it must have been the leader of the pack it had a black stripe thought Ivan. Ivan stopped for a second and released the wolf didn’t want to get him and that it was going back to get it’s pack.
Thanks for reading Rhys