COLD OPEN - EXT. FROZEN SHORE - DUSK
Wind, nothing else. MIRA (19), hooded, looks back. Her wolf keeps its eyes on the far shore.
A planet fills half the sky. Under it, the lights of a city no one has reached.
MIRA (V.O.)
They said the ice would hold till spring.
CARD: THIS WINTER
Torches crest the ridge behind them. A drum. The hunters are coming.
SOUND HIT. A boot lands on black ice. It cracks like a gunshot.
Faster: the wolf turns. Torches. Breath. Running.
SMASH TO BLACK. TITLE: WOLF SHORE
Silence. Mira, close. She lifts her eyes.
MIRA
Don't look back.
CUT TO BLACK.



























