I notice her running down the street and tearing the leash, as I slowly slide on the frozen road behind her. At first, she didn’t like the sound of boots swaying through the frozen snow and she went crazy. But she got used to it. Whenever I run and slide on the road, I feel free. Happy jumps happily next to me and I laugh. I’m trying to relax. To overcome it. I’ve learned how to. It’s not that bad. Not as much as for her. It strikes midnight in two hours and the village square is quiet. Mr. Ř’s Alsatian suddenly emerges from somewhere and I catch Happy by her collar. The Alsatian whines and wants to go to her. But Ř. hisses and the Alsatian obediently runs into the side alley that leads to the apartment buildings, and when they get there, it will be the place where he will lock the Alsatian in a hutch. Happy wants to chase after him. I see it on her. There is a squeak from the side alley and then just the receding sound of boots in the snow. Dude, don’t let me down, get over it. Although border-wolves would be cute, I would pay a hefty fine for it. We slip around the village square and go around the King’s farmstead to our dark street. As a child, I’ve always been afraid of this dark alley, and since no one is in the King’s farm, it’s often scarier how all the windows are off. And the only lamp is at the end of the street. And behind it, behind the last house in the village, there is only haystack, fields, silence and snow. She rushes to the pastures.

Wait.

Nobody went there during that day, there is snow all around. She looks at me, I can see it in her eyes, her agony. Please. I want to run and be free. If I’d let go of you, you wouldn’t come back or If you would come back, then in a few weeks you’ll have small wolves. You have to go over it, survive, overcome it. She wants to fly into the field, she needs to get over it, the desire. Animalistic. Adela, can’t you feel it as well? Of course, why do you think I’m sliding on frozen snow throughout the village and laughing from the top of my lungs? I need to get over it just like her. But I have a brain, so it can’t control me like that. Or I’ll keep other things behind. Stop kidding me, it would help you, the devil sounds in my head. No! To resist your own desire is the only way. What happened? Come Happy, let’s run into the field together. And when I wash the dishes, we’ll dance in the kitchen like there’s no tomorrow.

I mean, I’ll dance and you’ll bite my ankles and growl like a crazy wolf.