Whitefish River A thousand voices howling in my head

I want nothing for it, he answered, meeting the others salmon gaze without hesitation. The question and subsequent glare from the stranger oozed distrust, and Kavik understood. It was hard to imagine that others had good intentions when you were on your own--dangerous even. The alpha had no ulterior motives, though. He offered help because he wanted to help and had the facilities to do so. He watched the other wolf curiously, waiting to move until he knew whether or not his offer would be accepted.