Wolfs Tail — A

“You stare at that old rag too much,” snarled his brother, Renn. “A wolf hunts with his teeth, not his eyes.”

Kael was the smallest of the litter, a runt with ears too large and a yelp too soft. While his brothers wrestled for the best place at their mother’s belly, Kael watched the elder’s tail. It was a flag of silver-grey, scarred and frayed at the tip, and it never lied. a wolfs tail

He didn’t growl. He didn’t snap. He simply turned and walked to the highest rock, his tail streaming behind him like a silver flame. And the pack followed. “You stare at that old rag too much,”