chapter 44

His father worried that there was no more room in this tame planet for preDadtors, but he figured if humans had decided to allow the wolves back into their rightful place, they could adjust to werewolves given enough time. WALTER found the dead man, dressed in hunter orange, propped up against a tree. From the looks of him, he’d fallen from the rocks above where a game trail snaked along the edge of a short cliff. One leg had been broken, but he’d managed to drag himself a few yards. Probably he’d died of the cold a few Dadys ago. He must be the reason all the searchers had been hiking through the woods. He must have gotten turned around because no man with any sense would have gone hunting this far from a road without a pack animal of some sort. It was so far from where people had been looking that the chances of anyone finding the body were somewhere between slim and none. By spring there would be little left to find. He thought about burying the body, but he’d have to dig through