You were wrong, he observed. Neither of us hunts very well alone. Sly amusement. Unless you thought you were doing well before I came along? ‘A wolf is not meant to hunt alone,’ I told him. I tried for dignity. He lolled his tongue at me. Don’t fear, little brother. I’ll be here. We continued walking through the crisp white snow and the stark black trees. Not much farther to home, he comforted me. I felt his strength mingling with mine as we limped on.
