“Crazy horse! What has gotten into the beast?” Flath jumped to his feet and dusted himself off.
“A wolf!” Teo yelled, unsheathing his sword.
Flath looked across the path where a single beam of dying sunlight broke free from the trees and shown down on a large, silver she-wolf standing on top of a rock at the head of the path. Flath instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, but then quickly let go.
“Luna!” he called smiling, running up to the wolf. Luna leaped from the rock and loped towards Flath. She jumped into his arms knocking him to the mossy ground. Flath gave her a squeeze and ran his fingers through her thick, soft fur. “What a good wolf you are!”
Teo sheathed his sword and dismounted. He quickly gathered up Flath’s horse, and then tied them both to a nearby tree. He approac
