Next morning, the pup had eaten all his food. He was still weak, but improving rapidly. He wanted out, so he allowed him to go. He got up slowly and eased his way through the door. He was stiff and sore, but his strength was coming back. He gave him another pan of food under the overhang figuring he"d be better off outside anyway.
The pup ate a little before he went back in by the woodpile where he had been born.
Grabbing his rifle, he went out. It was raining, but not hard, so he thought he"d go to the north end of the valley and hopefully kill a small deer.
When he got to where he had killed the grizzly, he eased into the side valley and found the wolf tracks on the other side. She hadn"t been there long before him or the tracks would"ve had a little water in them.
He walked the peri
