Sheepeater Cliff The dark of summer

Perhaps if the large male had visited the lake's shores during the hours when game was more active, he might have had more success in sighting the animals Koontz spoke of. He made a mental note to visit the area again, nodding lightly in acknowledgement to her advice.

He chuckled lightly in response to her verbal musings, turning slightly so that he could choose a path on which to ascend the dangerous grade. "Then we have something in common," he noted, striding out to begin the climb. "Although, my father is the natural born killer. He taught my mother much of what she knew about hunting." Teklar loved them both and he might have stayed in northwestern Wyoming with them had they not been expecting another litter. His time to leave had come and he had done so without regret.

Allowing the she-wolf to take the lead, the large white male fell into step behind her. He paused to watch her leap to the next ledge, giving her enough space to calculate the distance and adjust her momentum accordingly. Amber eyes widened slightly as she overshot her landing and crashed into the wall, smacking her muzzle and creating a nosebleed. "Ouch!" He exclaimed, holding in the chuckle that dared to humiliate her.

The ledge she had jumped to was just barely big enough for the two of them and so he hesitated to follow, unwilling to cause more discomfort to an already unfortunate situation. "Is there anything I can do to help?"