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All’s well, or is it?
A LONG GRASSY LEDGE about forty feet wide lay before them. A cave ran back into the hillside, an overhang of rock making a canopy over the entrance. Lying fast asleep in front of the opening were four full-grown gray wolves and five cubs. A fifth wolf was keeping watch while fending off the attentions of a sixth cub.
Jean-Luc put up his binoculars and moved them from one to another, as he checked the animals out. He gave Sylvie the thumbs up and handed the binoculars to her. This was her first sighting of a European gray wolf. She noticed they were smaller than their American counterpart, but well-proportioned with plenty of muscle. Their coats were already thick, ready for the winter.
The guard was a female, probably a straggler who had joined the pack, and sh
