Luna caught Alpha’s scent when he was still over a mile away, the iron sweet smell of the kill mixed with his like a beacon. He was bringing something back for her. She licked away the globules of saliva that began to form at the corners of her muzzle in anticipation of her upcoming meal.
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Alpha’s nose quivered as the acrid scent of disease in his prey rushed to greet him. He hesitated a moment before signaling to the rest of the pack that the old doe was to be their mark. If he was wrong, and she were healthy, it could mean death. A deer could crack the skull of a wolf with
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Tommy Sheridan’s gaze reflected off the placid lake from the comfort of his favorite thinking spot on the doc ofk his two story log cabin home in Hillside, Maine. The melancholy whispers of the sandpipers called out in dissonant harmony with the shrill soprano of a broad hawk in search of dinner. The sandpaper groans
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