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wolf bones are tender, he said, and in that moment i believed him.

we exited the vehicle, amazed at the travelling container of release and ruin that we had been riding in. Kia is Korean for murder, he joked. i didn’t laugh.

somewhere behind the thickets, nestled between shrubs and budding Jack pines, lay wolf pups, wondering where their mother was and where this ache had come from.

rarely do you see wolves by the highway, i say, and for a moment it looks like he might believe me.

we trudge through the snow back to the compact car with the leather interior— it was a rental.