COUSINS TO WOLVES, they would have been beautiful in the wild, just doglike enough to charm the eye. Prowling the kitchen, however, stepping gingerly through broken glass, they were lean and ragged in their rain-sodden coats, lantern-eyed in the storm gloom, taking inventory with their flared nostrils and lolling tongues, like revenants out of Hell unleashed for Armageddon.
