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-Ice Lynx + giveGodtheGlory
Logan looked out over the surface of alkali lake, cigar smoking
unheeded in his hand, eyes focused on the past. It had been over a
year, but he could still remember her face, her smile, the touch of
her mind on his. He still dreamt of standing at her side, but he
knew that would never have happened, even if she'd lived. She'd
chosen, there at the end.
Sighing, he threw a piece of purple fireweed into the placid water
and turned away, chomping down on the cigar, which had gone out.
Grumbling now, he patted his pockets, then pulled out a match and
struck it on his thumbnail.
Bending his head to shield the tiny flame, he saw something move at
the edge of the bush and looked up sharply.
It was the same wolf he'd seen the first time he'd come, two winters
ago. Sitting up next to a clump of white birch and staring at him
with that same puzzled, familiar expression, as though it expected
something of him.
"What?" he scowled at it and finished lighting the cigar, then
snuffed out the match and threw it aside.
The wolf was still looking at him.
Tilting his head, he idly stared back at it, waiting for it to cow
down and go away.
Instead, it began to crawl toward him on its belly, making little
yips and mumbles.
Logan watched as it got closer, eyebrows raised as it finally touched
his boot with its nose and smiled up at him hopefully. He knew about
wolves. Most of them didn't have much against man, but they didn't
have much use for him, either. This one was acting as though he
thought Logan was another wolf, one of higher rank, but still a
"Do I know you?" he growled, feeling that queered out sensation in
the pit of his guts that he always got when something from his past
The wolf gave a little oof, grinning hopefully, then jumped up and
bounded away, stopping to look over its shoulder as though wondering
why he wasn't coming along.
"What is this? Lassie?" Logan chewed his cigar, eyes narrowed.
The wolf cocked its head at the sound of his voice, then yipped
encouragingly and came back a ways, still looking at him.
"Okay, I'm comin'. This better be good." Grinning broadly, the wolf
trotted into the trees.
Logan tested the air from time to time as he followed it, his cowboy
boots making no more sound on the loam than its paws. Squirrels,
porcupine, even a big bull moose had been this way, leaving scents
that caused Logan's blood to quicken. It had been a long time since
he'd gone hunting.
Abruptly another smell came to his nose, one that made him stop dead
in his tracks. Turning slowly in place, he tested the air in all
directions, pin-pointed the source of the odor, and began to stalk.
He didn't have far to go, the aspens soon gave way to a stony
outcropping littered with old leaves from seasons past, stretched out
in the sun were two more wolves, the alpha pair, judging by their
size and smell. Around them tumbled three fat bundles of clumsy,
And one naked human baby.
Logan swore in astonishment and anger. Who would leave a little kid
out in the bush?
At the sound of his voice the male wolf leapt to his feet, lowering
his head with a growl. Behind him, the female and the first wolf
herded the cubs into a cleft in the rocks. The female tried to herd
the baby in, too, but it swung a little black fist at her and turned
back to stand next to the alpha, one hand buried in the fur of his
It was a little girl, Logan saw, blacker than the ace of spades, with
big black eyes that scowled at him from under soft black curls. She
was rangy, but still slightly pudgy, obviously she'd been getting
enough to eat.
"Back down," he told the alpha wolf, avoiding direct eye contact.
This was the wolf's place, his kingdom, and Logan had no intention of
challenging his authority if he could help it.
The wolf pricked its ears and watched him cautiously, then turned its
head to nudge the baby toward the den.
She gave a bestial snarl and batted its muzzle away, turning to bare
a very predatory set of teeth at Logan.
A mutant. He shook his head. If he ever found her parents, he'd....
All thoughts flew from his mind, and he actually took a step back, as
the wolf took a step forward, and the baby, knocked off balance,
stumbled and shot three stubby, metallic claws out from the knuckles
of her free hand.