Wolf Tales IV
Chapter One
High Mountain Wolf Sanctuary, Colorado
If she sat very still, the wolves ignored her, even now in the
failing light of dusk. Ignored her, though it was obvious
they'd come searching for her. Lisa Quinn heard the zing
of mosquitoes near her ear, sensed the encroaching coolness
as night settled in, but she focused exclusively on the
pack of seven wolves circled around the flat stone where
she sat. They waited, sitting just as still as she, watching.
She recognized the alpha male and female, though even
after observing this group for more than a week she still
couldn't keep their four half-grown pups straight without
checking the tags in their ears. An older, grizzled male sat
off to one side. He was badly scarred, one ear torn and his
muzzle all tinged with gray. Lisa nodded to him, giving the
respect his years had earned.
The wolf blinked, almost as if he acknowledged her
greeting.
There was something magical about this time of night.
Magic in the way their amber eyes glowed as darkness enfolded
them, magic in the silence, the sense of other-worldliness,
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