[Since a few days ago, a white wolf has followed Connor. It travels not in a pack, but alone, always just barely at the edge of visibility before it dashes out of sight again. Never does it try to approach--merely watching from a distance--but it's always there.
Then one day, something changed. The wolf stopped lingering out of reach, and instead approached the man with tail wagging. In her jaws she held a freshly-caught fish, held so gently that it still gave the occasional futile flop of its tail.
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Then one day, something changed. The wolf stopped lingering out of reach, and instead approached the man with tail wagging. In her jaws she held a freshly-caught fish, held so gently that it still gave the occasional futile flop of its tail.
A gift.]