She dashed ahead, jumping into the snow with exuberance and having the time of her life. She’d love to do this again when Tom was a wolf and could play with her.
“Elizabeth!” Tom yelled at her.
She turned her head, snow clinging to her fur, a few flakes sitting on her nose, and woofed back. Then she bit at the snow, having wanted to play in it since that first time she visited Silver Town. Now she was finally able to do it.
She rolled around in the snow, then shook it off. When she looked back again at Tom, he was shaking his head as he and the others trudged after her. The brothers smiled.
Kemp said, “You sure are one lucky SOB.”
“I sure am,” Tom said.
Elizabeth smiled in her wolf way, right before she tore off again. She would laugh if she could.
“Elizabeth!”
She was quite a distance ahead of the men and hidden by spruce trees when she saw Sam, a rifle resting on his shoulder, staring straight at her. She did her best impression of a dog as she observed the two men with him. Deputy Trevor and the one who had to be the human farmer. Great.
The gray wolves wouldn’t recognize her in wolf form, and she could smell their scents, but she stood downwind of them.
She woofed and wagged her tail vigorously. Then she leaned down with her front legs, her butt up in the air, still wagging it in play, but didn’t move any closer.
“It’s a wolf,” the farmer said, pulling his rifle off his shoulder.
Chapter 24
Sam grabbed for the farmer’s weapon, hurriedly saying, “It’s one of our dogs. Don’t shoot!”
Trevor likewise hurried to disarm the man. Why in the world would they have allowed the farmer to be armed?
Elizabeth’s heart pounded like crazy as she went into pretend dog mode. Having a devil of a time not lifting her chin like a coyote or wolf that was about to howl, or even a coyote when it barked, Elizabeth woofed in response—a nice dog-sounding bark.
“Elizabeth!” Tom said, winded as he tried to run on top of the snow in the snowshoes.
She turned her head in his direction, though she could only hear his approach and not see him. She did a happy bark, then raced back for him like any loving dog would who wanted to please its master. Okay, so she could do this and make it convincing because she didn’t want to get shot. She’d been through enough already.
Tom came around the trees and saw Sam, Trevor, and Bill just as Elizabeth jumped on him and bit at his clothes like an unruly, overgrown puppy thrilled to see her master.
“Good dog,” Tom said, his voice relieved but hard.
He tried to pet her, but she nipped at his gloves and woofed. She was good at this playacting, she thought.
Looking anxious, Radcliff quickly joined them, huffing and puffing, his warm breath mixing with the icy air and turning into wisps of vapor. “Oh good, you caught up with her,” he said, glancing in the farmer’s direction and then stating the obvious, “Hey, we found Tom.”
“And his dog,” Trevor said, a brow raised. He didn’t smile, but she could hear the hint of amusement in his voice.
Sam stared at Elizabeth. She woofed back at him in greeting and, for good measure, wagged her tail.
“We found more than that,” Kemp said, joining them, still towing CJ on the toboggan.
“What happened to him?” Sam asked.
“He stepped in a leg trap,” Tom said. “We need to get him to the hospital and call off the other search parties. Bill can come with us. Trevor, you and Sam can locate the rest of the teams and let them know we’re all right.”
Trevor nodded.
What was Tom thinking? Elizabeth didn’t want to have to play like a dog the rest of the way to Silver Town. Then again, that’s just what she’d looked like as she’d frolicked in the snow. She suspected Trevor and Sam didn’t want Bill to come across any other wolves, if some of Darien’s people tried to locate Tom in their wolf forms. This was a way to get Bill back to town, still supervised, before he caused any trouble.
She ran off and Tom shouted, “Elizabeth! Stick close!”
“Cute dog,” Bill said. “I didn’t know you owned one.”
“Yeah, but she definitely needs to go to obedience school,” Tom said.
Radcliff and Kemp laughed.
He’d pay for the obedience-school comment later. But for now? She dove into another snowbank. She came out covered in the cold, wet white stuff, shook it loose from her fur, and dashed off again. She was having the time of her life as a wolf, coyote, dog, whatever.
Bill chuckled. “She sure is cute.”
“Yeah, she stole my heart as soon as I saw her,” Tom said.
“If he hadn’t caught sight of her first,” Kemp said, handing the trace to the toboggan to his brother so he could haul CJ for a while, “I would have claimed her.”