Levi
After Hope and the others went to swim, I cleaned up the remaining bones. Then I stripped down and let Malcolm pull the shift before digging a hole deep enough to keep from attracting scavengers.
He dragged the bones and inedible parts of the elk into the hole, before burying it all back again.
When he was done, I pulled the shift, shaking the dirt from my hands.
“You know, it’s rude to stare,” I say, looking over my shoulder at Orsa. She’d come back while Malcolm was digging the hole. She hadn’t said anything, she’d just watched.
She steps out of the shadows and approaches me.
“Why didn’t you go with the others?”
“Wolves aren’t the excellent swimmers that bears are,” I say, turning to get my clothes. When I stand, she’s slowly looking over my body. It’s not uncommon for she-wo
