Reunion
Four years later, John returned to Coho Creek. Standing on a lofty edge, he gave out a long wolf call, something he’d done many times before. An echo came back across the distance. Then, far off, the man saw a dark shape moving slowly in his direction.
As John crossed the meadow, he could see it was a wolf. A chill spread throughout his whole body. He recognized that familiar shape even after four years. The wolf edged closer, ears erect, body tense, and stopped a few yards off. Her bushy tail wagged slightly. Moments later, the wolf was gone. John left the region shortly after that and never saw the animal again.