the only human who knew Stacy lived in the forest with a pack of wolves, was quickly becoming one of Stacy’s favorite possessions. It allowed her to walk around the forest with her wolves and finally feel like she was one of them— especially when she pulled the hood up over her head. Droplet and Splat, Stacy’s two timber wolves, had dark coats mottled with patches of brown, black, and gray. Stacy and the pack hadn’t seen much of Droplet and Splat over the last few months. They hung around the cave during the holidays when Addison was baking tasty treats every day, but when Stacy’s pack returned to their normal diet of salmon and mushroom stew, Droplet and Splat disappeared into the taiga to hunt. Stacy didn’t mind this one bit—she knew that wild wolves needed to hunt to survive and keep the taiga’s ecosystem balanced. She guessed they were at least fifty miles away by now, deep in the taiga, and Stacy was just fine with that. Suddenly, Stacy saw something out of the corner of her eye, a flash of something reddish with a streak of black that disappeared into an old hollow log on the ground: Page’s tail. Stacy walked slowly over to the log and leaned down to peer inside. “Found you!” Stacy exclaimed. Page, startled, whipped around and stared back at Stacy. Molly wagged her tail in excitement and Page followed suit, happy that she had <4>
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