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THE WOLF TURNED, spotted the female human walking slowly up the far side of the knoll, about one hundred feet away.
Tilting his head, he regarded the woman, confused at a strange, new feeling it had no memory of feeling before.
There was an overwhelmingly familiar scent to this woman. And an aura of trust and comfort.
Humans were normally the source of disquiet, of trepidation. The instinct to create distance between himself and a human typically kicked in at the sight or smell of one of them.
This time was different.
This time there was a familiarity to the scent with a striking earthy, wood-like base note.
There was something about this particular human that brought a pack-like familiarity with it.
Intrigued, the wolf crept toward her.