Dahozhoni Meadow Oh, but I know that I won't care

surya was ravenous, too. when he came to the head of a ridge and saw the man in pursuit, he sank low, wondering whether to join the chase. 

two would be better than one—even taking into a account the poor condition of both wolves.

after a few minutes more of hesitation, he gathered himself up onto his paws and surged forward, giving a loud whuff to alert the other canid of his presence. the pronghorn startled, of course, and veered in the opposite direction;

we will wear it down together! he called to the golden wolf, jerking his muzzle toward the quarry.

and sailed forward, aiming to nip at the ungulate's hindquarters while maneuvering around its dangerous hind hooves. . .