Saving the lost..
_ **S** __ **aving the lost..** _ _By Puma Concolor_ I was unloading a shipment if food and medical supplies to a out of the way Inuit Indian village. I had gathered much of the products from several resources, most of which had been foraged from...
The Gift
The gift By Puma Concolor Seasons greetings, my friends, what brings you out on such a cold crisp night? Coming home from Grandma’s a bit late and lost on the way? It is lucky you found my fire; come warm yourself, there is hot cider in the pot...
Stranger in the Storm
_ **Stranger in the Storm** _ _ **By Puma Concolor** _ The night was cold and it had been snowing hard for over an hour. I had taken refuge in a small cave I had often used before. It offered good shelter with a small opening as well as cracks and...