An eerie, wavering wolf's howl sounded over the mountains--the piercing note traveling many miles away from it's origin.
A man shivered and grabbed his heavy jacket more securely around his shoulders. His companion only flicked a cigarette into the dirt and ground it out with his heel before he grasped the gun at his side.
"Wolves." the first man said after a moment, feeling cold in spite of the blazing fire in front of them.
The second man grunted in response and began to rub his gun down with an oily rag.
"It's miles away," he grunted and squinted into the forest before spitting into the dirt and going back to his gun. "We'll find them soon enough."
* * * *
Anlage stood, his head whipped around towards the forest.
"That's the patrol!" he said--simultaneously leaping off the rock where he had paced till near sun-high. Curiosity burned in him as well as anxiety but he glanced around the camp to gather a patrol in case it was an emergency.
"Roulette! Sparr!" his eyes scanned for the two wolves. "Go find them and report back if stronger forces are needed."
Roulette jumped up, a look of importance on her face.
"Come on!" she called to Sparr. She was as interested as Anlage to discover what had happened to the patrol that had left earlier that day.