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"A bit of talent and a bit of luck I think," Luke winked. It was fortunate for them that he found plentiful prey and was able to set it aside before the winter descended, and it was further good fortune that the winter had not been too harsh. Sometimes it did not matter how skillful a wolf was, a bit of bad luck could set a fellow back enough to kill him. In a lean winter a lack of prey or a missed kill could spell death for a lone wolf, and there was always the risk of debilitating injuries. Having talent upped your odds but it did not guarantee your survival.

Luke chuckled. "You like the path of least resistance eh?" he said good-naturedly. "I don't blame you. More time to have a bit of fun if you aren't struggling to see the next sunrise."