Lion Head Mesa I said, 'He wasn't in a cave,' but there was no stoppin'

He had no idea what any of that meant. But he'd encountered wolves deaf and blind, others with different. . .deformities. . .and so he was open to whatever this little man had going on.

And he laughed. Is that a fat joke? he asked, thinking of Caracal and the jabs the golden wolf would throw his way. God, he missed that little shit. I dunno. I like food, and I train. It's. . .muscles, right?

He stretched, showing off his not-so-toned physique. Okay, yeah. He still had baby flubber clinging to him.

So how'd you find this place? Killer asked, raising a brow when he'd straightened. He didn't seem the type to be around these lean, noble wolves.