by Sandra Elsa
He moved just before she reached him. Standing slowly back on his paws, he shook himself out. His tone was bitter. “It would seem I'm not permitted to tell you what I am.” He closed the short distance between them and sniffed her hand, gray eyes watched her warily. “Thank you for caring.”
Angel pawed the ground between them, threatening to strike the wolf. Pink laughed. “It seems he has first rights.”
The wolf growled, a low menacing sound directed at Angel, but the thoughts he sent Pink contradicted the threat. “He’ll have to get used to me, because I won’t leave, as long as you allow me to stay.”
“It’ll be dawn soon, time to make breakfast. When we depart, go through our campsite. I’ll leave some food for you. It won’t be much or Johann will notice, but I’ll leave what I can spare.”
She rose and walked back toward the camp as the first rays of sunshine pierced the forest canopy, dispelling the darkness. A glance over her shoulder showed her the wolf, watching her progress in silence. He lay with his head resting on his front paws; a look of contentment on his face.
