Where Old Moss and the others showed themselves. The elk turned again, now moving in a wide, gentle arc—straight toward the rockfall.
And when Scarback rose from behind the rocks with a roar, the herd had nowhere left to turn. They bolted forward into the narrow kill zone the pack had prepared. In ten minutes, the Moon Shadow Pack had four elk down. hunstu
They ate until their bellies ached. They howled that night—a long, rising song that echoed off the White Hollow walls. And when the howling faded, Scarback walked to Hunstu and bowed his head. Where Old Moss and the others showed themselves
And Hunstu himself walked alone into the mouth of the valley. They bolted forward into the narrow kill zone
Hunstsu led them not east toward the rival pack’s territory, but north—into the White Hollow, a place even the bravest wolves avoided. The snow was deeper there. The wind cut like claws. But Hunstu had watched the clouds. He knew a warm front was moving in from the mountains, and with it, the elk would seek the low ground where the snow softened.