“Have you seen her today?” I ask him and he looks behind me, off in the distance, on the other side of the creek.
I stand, wiggling my bare toes in the lush green grass and walk over to the creek, placing my feet in the cool water as Altair sits next to me on a large rock. The little wolf moves a few feet closer but doesn’t come all the way to the water this time.
“It’s OK,” I tell her gently, trying to make her feel comfortable. “I know you’re my wolf. This is our mate, Altair. He’d never hurt us.”
The little wolf's ears perk up at hearing this, but she doesn’t move. She continues to stare at us from her spot in the distance, unwilling to come close to me again. Altair moves to the very edge of the water and whines.
“Hey,” I tell him, reaching out to pet his coarse black fu
