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I don’t know what you’re doing, but do it someplace else…” the woman was telling me and her words meant very little except that there was no Master for me there. White Cloud visited me often during the late summer and he was aware of my unhappiness and understood the cause of it, I think. I had a hole inside me. “I just…” he held up his hands, ” … Red Crow didn’t fly away; he merely turned into the forest and disappeared, fading into the brush and shadows until he was lost to me. He spoke as a crow and when he flew away blood fell from his wings. I would be wary of the other wolves and watch them from a distance. The only sound was the wind as it came over the mountains above us and there was no blood, no man there.
