I HAD NO CHOICE...BUT this time the wolf didn’t thrust me into darkness in retaliation for disagreeing with her. Instead, I was entirely present as we bounded through snow drifts in search of the blood scent, an aroma so strong I expected to stumble across a scene of mayhem as we neared its source.
A wolf’s nose, however, is a powerful organ. Or so I realized when we stopped moments later atop a cluster of pointy tracks colored by a single blood droplet. Nothing had died here; it had barely even bled.
Plus, the cloven hooves, were instantly recognizable. Deer. One larger and one smaller. I’d eaten venison before, so this hunt wouldn’t be much different. I’d just ignore the fact we were unlikely to cook the resulting meat.
Claw seemed to sense my relief because he sidled up beside me. Hi
