Short Story - White Dog "The snow should have melted weeks ago," the shepherd muttered."You forget I cannot control weather," the Shaman snarled."Leave the geezer alone," the hunter groaned."We are all hungry and forgetting our place. Especially you, Vendelain." The Cheif quieted everyone with his lifted hand. "It would be in your best interest to hold your tongue, youth."Vendelain raised an eyebrow as the Chief rubbed his beard in contemplation. "My wife has fallen sick -.""So have my three children. One died, and you did nothing!""There was nothing we can do. Famine and disease prowl the edges of our encampment, and the Gods will not hear my summo