It had been a long time since he’d been home – or even had a home to go to. It seemed an even longer time since he’d heard another human. Since he could remember, he’d had only the wind to keep him company.

Now the wind was no company at all. The wind drove him forward, causing him to stagger as it buffeted him. When it changed direction, he stumbled. More than once he nearly fell. When he did fall, the wind and his own exhaustion held him down.

He moaned; his voice lost to his own ears; when he found he could not stand. Then strong arms were guiding him inside. He settled on soft hay, sagging with relief as someone rubbed his sore muscles.

Soon he was dry and warm; sheltered out of the wind. His eyes closed in slumber and he knew no more.