Kye hadn’t gone very far, following the stream and not considering that the wolf would not have sped off as far away as it could get, when he spotted them – the young woman, armed and wary, and the wolf. The animal was standing in a defensive posture as well, ears back and cautiously watching this girl. Kye, completely taken aback at the scene, simply stopped. Gem whined anxiously in his arms. His eyes went from the wolf to the woman, and he said, “My dog’s already tangled with it. It’s probably hurt, so be very careful.” He then looked again at the wolf, which was certainly behaving quite strangely for a wild animal. It was then that he finally looked closely enough to see the tight collar. Kye’s eyes opened wider. “A collar . . . what the hell . . . “ he said, with a puzzled frown. But the heavy weight of the dog in his arms made it impossible for him to ponder further. To the girl, he said, “I’m circling around behind you. My camp is just down stream, in the flat below the rise. I’d love to stay and see what happens here, but my advice? Leave the damned thing alone. I’ve got to see to my dog.” He began walking again, skirting around behind her, and making as much haste as he could to get to the camp where he could put Gem down and start tending to her wounds – the ones that damn wolf inflicted. |