Surrounded
Curious, John packed his gear and set off. Following Coho Creek for a few miles, they ascended Coopernoff Mountain until they reached an Alpine Meadow. There, lurking in the forested perimeter, was a wolf pack. After a few minutes of greeting, the pack broke into howling.
By the light of his fire and a glistening moon, John could see wolf shapes dodging in and out of the shadows, eyes shining. He had no fear. They were merely curious about his presence.