Urgon tossed the meat on the ground. Grimtooth came forward, sniffed it, then grabbed the biggest piece and started chewing on it. The other wolves, who had been waiting, came forward, each taking a share of the food. Urgon watched absently, his mind on other things. Life had become routine after the death of his mentor but also much busier. Time flew by, and before he knew it, the leaves had turned colour once again.
As the weather grew cooler, the village began stocking up on food for the winter. This required the presence of the wolf pack, and that meant even more work for Urgon.
He stood there as the wolves tore into what was left of the meat. He was exhausted. They had just returned from a three-day outing, and he had slept little. And, had it not been for Kraloch’s quick thinking,
