Big Salmon Lake Shinkō

The preacher offered to usher them toward the mouth of the hunter. Shiranui approved, nudging sharply beneath the man’s chin in affirmation. It would be their best chance to keep the otters from scurrying into the lake. If they found water, catching them would be a lost cause. The white wolf did not want to squander the chance they had been given.

Slinking into a hunter’s crouch, Shiranui circled wide, creating space between him and Bartholomew. The religious man might not have looked like a hunter, but the white wolf had heard him bark and make noise. If he frightened the otter family, Shiranui was certain he could close his teeth around one or two of them.

When he had found his place to wait, the white wolf fixed his gaze on the religious dog and gave a small nod of his snout.