As the weeks passed and turned into months, the men fell into an easy routine. They worked first on the new animal shelter until it was complete, then on the cabin. They also hunted and, when the first snows arrived, frolicked like children with Molly and the now-eighty-pound golden wolf dog.
Wolf had grown into a magnificent beast. He resembled his wolf ancestors, but his coloring was a deep rich gold, accented by white. He was intelligent and responded well to Sam’s training. He had killed one of the chickens, but one day of having the dead bird tied to his neck quelled his appetite for that sport.
They laid out the cabin some distance from the lodge. For now it was to be a one-room affair, with plans for adding more rooms if needed. Sam had shown Nils how to use the horses to drag the
