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

at Grant. “What’s he doing?”

Grant hated the only honest answer. “I don’t know.”

He clipped a fresh line around his waist and approached from the forest side, using the rocks as cover from the unsafe lake. The drift was nearly six feet high where wind had rammed snow beneath a granite overhang. From a distance, it looked like any other winter pile.

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