Chapter Seven. Leading a Postmortem
Perched high atop a tree late one night, Owl watched as Singed-Tail returned home from a hunting expedition. Rather than announcing his return with his usual barrage of howls and yelps, the wolf crept furtively into his den with the stealth of a hunter trying to escape the notice of his intended prey.
More curious than ever, Owl could barely contain himself until the next morning when he knocked on Singed-Tail’s door. His knock was greeted with a growled response, “Get outta here. I ain’t seein’ nobody.”
“It’s Owl. I just wanted to hear how your hunt went.”
The wolf barked, “Went fine. Just don’t wanna talk ...