"Don't move, there's a wolf a hundred meters away," Finn Miller said quickly, sensing Leo's movement. Finn had been lying there for five or six hours; it was late at night, and the earth was quiet. He quickly adapted to sniping practice. What might take an average person several, even ten, tries, Finn accomplished in one go—a test of his wilderness experience. Gradually, as he settled into this position, Finn felt much more alert; it was a kind of spiritual awakening.
Just now, Finn did indeed spot a wild wolf. This wolf was acting strangely, as if it had lost its pack and was running around aimlessly. If it were someone else, they would have shot it dead on the spot, but Finn didn't. Finn Miller had a special relationship with the wild wolf.
Leo was somewhat surprised. He picked up his
