Secluded in a frozen tundra

Bundled with layers of furs

This trek is a hard one

From what I concur

To animals approaching, I thrust my spear

To snowstorms on the horizon, I hide in fear

“Woof” is the only comforting sound I here

It is my Husky, Bakana

Without her I can’t survive

Without her there is only snow and my demise.