Sheepdogs: Keeping the Wolves at Bay, Gordon Carroll [howl and other poems .txt] 📗

to twist even as it fell, and went with the movement, letting his body slip up and over the coyote’s neck, snapping the vertebra and killing his distant canine cousin.

He plodded back to Pilgrim, saw the old dog struggling to stand and nuzzled his nose under Pilgrim’s hindquarters and belly. Gently he lifted until Pilgrim made it to his feet. Pilgrim touched noses with him and slowly waddled back to the pet door and pushed inside.

In some ways Pilgrim was weak. He was old and injured. But he was part of the Alpha’s pack.

Part of Max’s pack.

Max breathed deep of the night air and followed his new brother into the house.

The End