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He sensed them more than saw them, shadows black as clouds of coal dust against night’s blackness.

Without even a candle he stepped outdoors. Three pairs of luminous golden eyes, one blue pair, another like glowing rubies, turned toward him.

His question, “Who have we here?” a thin whine answered, abruptly curtailed by a loud snarl.

The red eyes lowered as if the head that housed them bowed to him.

After that the shadows drifted till indistinguishable from the darkness.

In the morning large paw prints along his herb beds told him a wolf pack had visited.

Would they return?