Blackfeather Woods I am that technology allowed.

Absolutely.

Kinloch's voice was far more confident than he felt. In truth, he didn't know how safe it was to approach this mysterious stone-bound creature. One tentative sniff had given him more than his fill of satisfaction. But he did not want to look cowardly in front of the young boy. It felt wrong to set such an example.

The silver wolf regarded the boy - stiff and ready to spring away from their discovery, if it should prove to be dangerous. It was a rational mindset to take toward something new. Caution would spare Anselm a great deal of pain, if he heeded those gut feelings.

Give it a sniff. Didn't hurt me, did it?

Kinloch's tail swayed. He gestured toward the stone.