Su Ya sat with one hand propping up her chin, the other holding a stick skewered with bear meat over the fire. Her dark eyes, shining in the firelight, darted around, plotting revenge for my earlier prank of smearing blood on her face.
Across the fire, I sat lashing a new stick to my Swiss Army knife, contemplating our next move. I needed to find and kill the white-tailed wolf. It knew our location and could reappear at any moment, posing a serious threat. Also, the persistent draft on my backside was unsettling. Examining the clothes salvaged from the plane, I realized the suitcase had belonged to a woman; it was filled with dresses. The only pair of pants, grey jeans, were currently on Su Ya.
The thought of wearing Su Ya's pants... I started to ask her to take them off, but then I s
