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Return to Wolf Pack Number Three
IT WAS HALF PAST NINE by the time they were on the road, and long past midday when they reached the point where they had to leave the car. Even in the Range Rover, the going had been slow because the roads and tracks in the park were only cleared intermittently during the winter. No one used them except the park rangers.
Loading up for a trek to a den was a familiar procedure for Sylvie by now. She had her backpack ready with her chosen first aid kit. Jean-Luc added a small inflatable sled to his equipment. They put their snowshoes on and duck-footed up the incline on the diagonal, to lessen the gradient of their climb and shorten the time of their journey.
Wading through the deep snow took a heavy toll of their muscles. Sylvie was thankful for the w
