After the sun went down, the gloom started to settle in faster than Bass and Reyes expected. Bass saw one of the wolves emerge slowly from the trees. It was keeping its head down, but Bass could see it was larger than a Shetland pony, but his focus was drawn to the flashing white teeth. Bass and Reyes had stopped circling the carcass, so Bass was facing the advancing wolf. Murdock will be back soon, he thought, and it eased his nerves a little. From Reyes’ vantage point, she could see one or two wolves darting among the trees, but they didn’t show themselves.
Bass lowered the spear to menace the approaching wolf and had decided to advance a little toward it and it gave ground.
“Easy, Bass,” Reyes said in a low voice and as calmly as she could. “Don’t get too far away. Let it come to you
