The Wolf Sat Beside the Lake for Three Days, and No One Understood Why

the rise. A low sound came from him, too rough for a whine and too thin for a howl.

Nora stopped walking. “Grant.”

“I see him.”

Cinder limped down three steps. He stopped beside the drift, scratched once with his wounded paw, and pulled away as if the motion had cost him. Blood marked the snow. Then he backed uphill again and watched them.

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