Great Bear Wilderness the wolf bites back

“not long,” he said. the words carried no no hint of why he had waited or what he might have wanted.

his gaze shifted briefly to the path ahead, narrowing at the sight of another tangle of branches blocking the way. he moved through them without pause, the storm’s remains bending beneath his weight.

after a beat, he added, “long enough.”

it wasn’t an explanation, but it was the most she’d get from him—for now.