Libby scrambled over the rocks, twigs and dirt stuck to the bloody sweat oozing down her back. The cubs! She had to get to the den first.
He came down the other side of the valley, the easy way, and he sauntered along the trail just ahead of her.
She finally faced him, breathless. “You can’t touch these wolves. They’re a protected species.”
He spat, then aimed his shotgun. “Just watch.”