Driving in the snow is not an easy task for this girl from the American Deep South. But, here I am, in the Volvo, in the Swedish countryside, responsible for myself and my two passengers. Normally I would tune out all of this backseat driving hysteria that my passengers espouse. But there are elks in the forest that like to go tearing out onto the road as if they owned it. I suppose they do. My passengers scan the trees for imminent danger from animals as large as the car. We make it back to the city without killing anyone or anything, thank the Goddess. It is not us that She has watched over, really though, but the Elk. She has protected them from harm using the old magic. Now they will live to serve Her and keep Her warm as She moves among them for the remainder of the winter. And, in the Spring, She will set them free to run.
