He was sitting on a rock outcropping when I arrived. Watching over the rift below him, with his back to me.
It wasn't until I approached him that he said that he had been watching my arrival.
Such an unusual wolf. And I thought I was the observant one.
He said he was newly ejected from his pack. One that had eroded and broke apart with too many wolves. Barely out of puppyhood, he had wandered into the mountains and there he said he had waited.
I asked him, 'waited for what?'
He had replied simply, 'For she who was coming.'
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