I was recalling Nighteyes at the end of his life. You wanted to heal him and he refused. How you tried to leave him safe while we went after the Piebalds and he came after you.’ I smiled, remembering my wolf’s determination to live until he died. ‘What are you saying?’ He spoke solemnly. ‘This is our last hunt, old wolf. And as we have always done, we go to it together.’
