Macbeth’s POV
In the half-light they could be dogs, but dogs don't move the way wolves do - in choreographed motions, one family of canine "dancers" flowing over the earth. There's an intelligence in their eyes, a shyness, a wariness of our kind. Wolves are loyal to their kin, the alpha's mating for life, the others helping to raise the puppies as an aunt or uncle might do. For a moment my spirit is with them, up there in the dawn-forest, drinking in pine aromas the same as we love fresh flowers.
I watched Rossetta transform for the first time and it was so fluid and her grace was so marvelous that I could not even think that she was a changed wolf. There was more poise to her in amongst pups. And I am stunned at her transformation.
When the day is growing old and the hearth calls, the
