A while later, they had dug a hole deep enough for at least three to fit inside, somewhat cramped.
André stayed with me, acting as lookout (he took it very seriously); his father had dressed him in my coat, still in his wolf form. Remembering Rex’s plan, I tore Christian’s winter shirt into strips and quickly wrapped the child’s feet, thinking they would work similarly to the little booties they put on sled dogs’ paws.
With his fur dirty with soil, Alexander said something about getting into the hole with him.
The hole wasn’t very deep (it wasn’t remotely a burrow — it was nothing more than a dip in the shadow of a snow mound, at least sheltered from the wind and sleet), and it also seemed like a very suitable surveillance hiding spot.
Rex took Nika, who had suddenly recovered from her
