Vivian Arend - Wolf Sings

To My Sweetie,

We havent quite traveled the world but were on our way. Thanks for finding some awesome settings for us to explore. Id like to write a couple of African adventures and maybe something set in New Zealand. You up for it? I love research.

6450 calories stared up at Robyn.

She adjusted the lid on the apple box to close it tight over the cheesecake and other food supplies. She let her gaze flow over the rest of the gear spread all over her apartment. Her pack, her skis, all of it gathered and ready to go for the annual trip with her brother to Granite Lake cabin.

A tight feeling of anxiety filled her as Tad made his announcement.

Im sorry, sis, but I have to take this request. Flying the climbing and research team to Mount Logan could end up being a regular booking. Theyre supposed to be working in Kluane National Park for the next five years, and if I can get on as their main pilot Ill be set. Tad reached out and slipped a loose strand of hair back behind his sisters ear. I hate to cancel the trip on you

Robyn paced a few steps away before turning back to face him, her hands flowing smoothly as she spoke to her brother in American Sign Language. I understand, Tad. You need to take the job. Im still going to Granite.

No way. You cant go by yourself.

You have.

But thats different, Robyn.

Dont be a jerk. I dont have a penis so I cant go backcountry alone?

Tad raised his eyebrows. Its not the lack of plumbing, sis, and you know it. I very seldom go bush alone and if I do meet anyone, its not a big deal. Im male, Im strong and Im not deaf. How do you plan on talking to strangers?

Robyn threw a pillow his way before lifting her hands to sign at him. Ill take some notepads. What are the chances of meeting anyone at Granite this time of year? We always go in February because no one else does. Im packed, the food is packed, and Ive got time off work from the bakery. You even booked a helicopter ride in for me with your buddy Shaun. Ive never gotten to fly in before.

And wait a minute, whats with that little dig saying youre strong? Last time I checked I out-skied, out-wrestled and out-gambled your sorry butt, big brother, dont give me that as an excuse.

Tad narrowed his gaze at her. Stop being stubborn.

What? Waste all those years of training? You told me once to stand up for myself and do what I need to do, in spite of not being able to hear. Are you saying that doesnt apply anymore?

Of course not

Good, because Id hate to call you a hypocrite. I need to go to Granite. I need to get out of the city for a while. Ill be a good little girl and take the satellite phone along. I can check in with you Tuesday.

Tad ran a hand through his hair before collapsing on the couch in resignation. Fine, you win. But if you need anything you call me or you call Shaun and hell fly you out. Understand, Robyn? You dont have to do the ski if you dont want.

Robyn caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. Shades of brown reflected back at her. Shoulder-length brown hair, big brown eyes with golden flecks, skin that always seemed to have a light tan for some strange reason, even after living her whole life in the Yukon. Her solid body was more than capable of doing the ten-mile ski. Shed been completing it with the family since she was nine years old. Tad had skied it with her and knew she loved every minute of the trip. She counted to twenty.

Slowly.

Tad, are you looking for pain? Because I can kick your butt if you need it.

What did I say?

Robyn stomped up to him and glared into his face. Tad was her brother by adoption, and he and his parents were all darker in colouring than her. His short black hair stood in ragged spikes from his manhandling and his dark eyes stared back at her with confusion. I like the ski across the lake. I like going into Granite cabin. Im thrilled you got me the helicopter ride, but only because I want to take the ice auger to leave at the cabin.

So dont expect me to be some kind of baby because you cant go with me this time.

Tad grabbed her hands and pulled her in for a hug. He let her step back so she could read his lips. I was a bit condescending, wasnt I?

Robyn nodded.

Sorry. Hell, youve got a temper on you. Glad you didnt throw anything hard at me this time.

I thought about it but my ice axe is already packed.

Tad watched as she tucked away a few more items, picked up her backpack and placed it beside the door. He tugged on her arm to get her attention.

You do need some space, dont you? You seem really tense.

Robyn returned to her skis. She fiddled with the bindings for a bit before glancing back at Tad. Yeah. Feels like the walls are closing in. Ill be okay if I can get some time away from the city.

Robyn, theres something Tad hesitated, looking everywhere around the room except at her. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before shaking his head. Never mind.

Robyn gave a heavy sigh. Not again, Tad. You do this at least once a year. Whatever deep, dark secret you have I wish youd spit it out. Or drop it and not get me curious. Are you gay?

Tad sat back on his heels, his jaw dropping open. Robyn!

Well, you seem to turn twenty shades of red every time you start this, I thought maybe it had to do with sex. I dont care if you are gay, you know. Theres this great guy down at the bakery

Thanks, but Im not gay. Its nothing. Do you have your bear spray?

Robyn blew her bangs off her face with a sudden snort and pointed to the pocket of her ski overalls. Stupidest thing Ive ever carried. Ive never seen a bear, not once in all our trips.

Someday you might be glad you have it, sis.

But I could carry at least five more chocolate bars. That reminds me, you do realize if I gain weight this trip its all your fault.

What?

We packed an entire Mocha Chocolate Cheesecake to eat this week. Now Im going to have to suffer through and eat the whole damn thing myself. Robyn licked her lips and grinned at him.

The pilot pulled at her sleeve and pointed twice, left toward the lake and farther to the right behind the cabin.

Robyn shook her head and her fingers pointed to the left.

The lake.

The helicopter banked to the left as he veered to change course. The surface snow around them stirred under the effects of the spinning props, and whiteness whirled away from the chopper until there was nothing but the solid snow base under the landing gear.

Robyn waited while the pilot trotted around to open her door. She helped unhook her skis from the landing blades while he removed the rest of her gear from the backseat and dropped it on the snow beside them. In under a minute shed done a final check to be sure all her things were out, and giving the pilot a thumbs up, she crouched low and scrambled toward the shoreline. The wind buffeted her for a minute as the helicopter rose, lifting over the small hill to the north, returning to Haines Junction.

She looked around her and drew a long, slow breath, crisp air chilling the back of her throat. Not a cloud in the sky to block the blue. The mountains around her tall and snow covered. Beautiful and overpowering at the same time. The lake spread out before her, its large bay at her feet and the longer length of it stretching snakelike to the south to disappear around the bend of the mountain. A sense of home spread throughout her body.

Turning in a circle she noticed the cabin facing the lake had been fixed up since the last time shed been out. Someone had repaired the front-porch supports and added a series of hooks along the north wall. Snow shovels and axes that had been buried under a good four feet of snow last February hung in plain sight, easy to access.