Whitebark Stream Boots

She wasn’t kidding when she said they were small. It sounded like a new family and Amalia were all that held claim to the land. Reno shifted uneasily. That was such an easy thing to rally an attack on. He wondered how they’d do for numbers when the cold had set in. There was nothing like the bite of snow to make things harder, to make hunting almost impossible.

That ain’t a lot with winter on the horizon, he grunted softly. A heavy sigh followed this statement.

Reno wondered if her offer to join had been out of friendship or because they needed wolves in their group. He didn’t figure it would be polite to ask, so he shrugged it away. If push came to shove, he would offer himself as a worker for the cold months, help them make it into spring.

The cowboy realized something in the words she’d shared.

Yer fond of kids huh? I ain’t ever been good with ‘em. A crooked smile lifted his features and he swung his head to the side.