sky, and when the coyote appeared at the top of the cliff, her golden fur and delicate snout and shining eyes were plainly visible.
âI hope you like marten,â Lamar said.
âI suppose I should thank you for the food,â she said, making no move to descend from her citadel. âI havenât felt much like hunting lately.â
âWhere do you like to hunt?â
âThis time of year Kyle was partial to the hot springs. Have you ever been?â
âThe hot springs?â he said uneasily.
âIf you go, be sure not to stay too long. The pools give off a gas that makes you woozy. Once we even saw a buffalo stumble to his knees. Kyle liked to pretend the gas had killed him and lie there like a corpse. One time a badger came snuffing up to him, and he grabbed it.â
âVery clever. Is Kyle . . .â
âHe was my mate. But heâs dead.â
âIâm so sorry,â Lamar said.
After a while he asked her name, but she didnât reply.
âIâm Lamar,â he said. âWhereâs the rest of your pack?â
âWe donât have packs,â she said, and with that she vanished.
When Lamar and I got home, he collapsed under my aspen.
âOh, Maggie,â he groaned. âShe has no pack. Thanks to me, sheâs all alone. She has no one!â
I didnât say it, but it occurred to me that, in a way, she had him .
Two nights later he took her a field mouse. He retreated to his usual spot, and it wasnât long before the coyote appeared at the top of the cliff.
âMy nameâs Artemis,â she said.
Artemis! Another wonderful name my parents hadnât thought of. Lamar repeated it aloud, clearly enthralled by it.
âYouâre kind of a strange wolf,â Artemis said, cocking her head to one side.
âFrick says Iâm not very wolflike sometimes,â Lamar admitted.
âIs that your father?â
âHeâs in my fatherâs pack.â
âThe pack belongs to your father?â
âMy fatherâs the highest-ranking wolf,â Lamar said, sitting up a little straighter. âFrickâs . . . I suppose heâs at the bottom.â
âYouâre in a hierarchy?â she said.
He looked blank.
âThat means some wolves are ahead of others,â I told him.
âOh,â Lamar said. âDonât you have hierarchies, Artemis?â
âCoyotes donât believe in them,â she said. âWe just have couples.â
The next morning Hope suggested Lamar go ahead of her on the way to the hunt, but he shook his head.
âItâs time,â Hope said. âYouâre much bigger and stronger than I am now.â
âSheâs right,â Blue Boy said.
But Lamar obstinately refused to go ahead of her. Artemisâs views on hierarchies must have made an impression on him.
When I joined Lamar on the south side of the hill that night, Artemisâs howl sounded a little less mournful, more like the musical howl weâd first heard back in June. But as he was about to howl back there came a crunching sound in the snow.
âHope Iâm not barging in,â Frick said, casting a glance at me as he sat beside Lamar. âIsnât that a coyote?â
âIs it?â said Lamar.
âNot as yappy as most, but I think so. I donât suppose you know where she lives?â
Lamar hesitated before admitting he did. âThough please donât tell my father,â he added.
âItâs between you and me and Maggie,â Frick said. âDo you know this coyoteâs name?â
âArtemis. Sheâs the one who ran out of the hot springs. I killed her mate.â
âAh.â Frick listened to the distant howl. âDid you apologize?â he asked.
Lamar shook his head.
âWell, I donât suppose it matters. After all, wolves and coyotes donât mix.â
Two nights later Lamar took Artemis
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