As the news spread, so did the grief. The wolves explained that they were mean to Kenny, but they just wanted to toughen him up.

Kenny was buried beneath his home, with all the animals surrounding. Lila sang an old French tune that left them all solemn. The wolves bayed softly as each paid their respects. When the funeral departed, Blake took one last look. Attempting to picture Kenny’s face became harder with each passing minute. The silver wolf whimpered as rain teemed down, and then trotted back into the brushwood.

xxXXNo one is immortal, so don’t treat them like they are.XXxx