Whitefish River A thousand voices howling in my head

He nodded and waited. During the male's absence, the large rogue had made himself comfortable and found an easy place to lounge by the water. Perhaps he shouldn't be letting his guard down so soon. What if this was a trap? What if the male had truly gone off to get more pack wolves? The thought made his nose crinkle. It would be stupid. The pack male could have easily taken Outlander by himself.

When the male returned, it was a pleasant surprise to see two rabbits. He could not stop the thumping of his tail or the strand of drool that began to leak from between his jaws.