[page 59]

[as the figures carry lick upward, they grasp tightly onto dusty's top. dusty is tearful, their face gripped with despair. their base casts a round, small shadow on the bleached snow below.
dusty: "i want to go back..."]
[from dusty's shadow, black tendrils reach out, forming pointed ears and light eyes.]
[the shadows mold and spring to life; black wolves, rearing up from the cold snow.]
[they spiral upward, snapping their jaws open - they are clearly toothless, their mouths empty.]

[page 60]

[a little ways up in the trees, a mess of white fangs is swarming lick and dusty. the shadow figures stretch upward.]
[a series of 4 panels shows one of the wolves, opening its mouth wide, and then closing it on a pair of fangs. the wolf clenches its jaw, shattering the white figure in its mouth, killing it.]
[lick holds dusty tightly as the teeth bite into their flanks. the wolves spiral around, pulling away and shattering more of the teeth, one by one.]