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The she-wolf didn’t run, choosing instead to stand her ground and stare down the prowling cat. (In her defense, instructions: unclear.) Towhee grunted her frustration, then decided she’d done all she could do and whipped her head around to face forward. Her toes dug into the icy rime as she bolted again, glimpsing a second wolf out of the corner of her eye but barely registering his presence.

She didn’t stumble this time, though that initial fall had probably painted a giant target on her back, declaring: Hey, pick me, I’m old and feeble! Towhee didn’t realize this, though, until she’d galloped a solid hundred yards and chanced a backward glance… and found the mountain lion only twenty-five yards behind.