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The squirrel he carried — a sow fat with kits — was destined for one of the pack's caches and it was likely his paws would not have stilled if the pup, tucked in the confines of its natal den, had not squealed as he passed by. For a long moment he looked ahead, an alert ear turned toward the den but his attention still clearly forward on the task he had set for himself.

Decision made, the black wolf stepped nearer the chamber and lowered his nose to sniff at the scents that stole from it. There was learned caution in his method; he held back and leaned forward. In doing so, he kept the sensitive leather of his snout back from the entrance so far as he could while still drawing its air and kept his feet at the ready. His ears, ever alert, bore some curiosity and interest in their carry.