The work was quick and gruesome. I follow in the rear unsure of how to proceed as we move towards civilization.
The pile of animal bodies is a stench that at times overwhelms the week old trail, but the glorious Alpha prevails in keeping on track. During a brief pause in the hunt to bracket the trail as it runs across a small creek, the super sensitive ears of the wolf pick up rustling then voices quickly growing near.
"But Tommy, my Mommy said you were supposed to give me a juice box and cookies and let me watch cartoons until she got home from work." The voice is high-pitched and very young
"Shut up, I'm taking you to my secret hideout. If you don't behave next time your mom brings you over I'm locking you in the basement." The second voice cracks slightly with frustration as the two bodies tear through the underbrush.