Chapter Thirty-five
My pack is complete again. I have found the female who smells strangely of man scents. When she sees me, she bares her teeth in the face, not as a threat but as a sign that she is glad that I am here. My mate does not like it. She hangs back and when it comes to the fight, she waits in the shadows. I know she will come to add her sharp teeth to the fray if I have need of her, but she has little love for men and the long, sharpened tooth they carry that slices our flesh. My she-wolf has little love for the female.
The big man with only one eye is clumsy. I have smelled his stink before and when he falls I know that I can finish him without risk. I don’t know what happens after. I don’t know why the air smells of burning flesh even when there is no fire, but I know the scent of fear when I smell it and the rain itself is flavoured with it when the men take their horses and run.
We leave too, my pack and I. My two-legged female walks in front with the horses, who might be our prey in other times. We hang back and find shelter from the rain. The two-legged one rides on ahead but her scent is so powerful we know that we can find her again whenever we have need. I do not like the stink of men, but the scent of the two-legged female is good for my nose. She smells of safety and home and these are important things. We will not leave her again.