About two hundred yards away a lone wolf stood poised for flight, watching them cautiously.
The wolf finally decided they were no threat and turned his back on them, trotting away across the vast grassland.
He watched the wolf disappear into the tall grass.
The trouble is, my ranch has been a safe haven and even headquarters for the wolf population around here.
Somewhere out on the range a lone wolf called, its eerie howl reminding the intruding humans that they had not yet won.
The others fanned out, and she suddenly felt like a lamb surrounded by a wolf pack trying to decide what to do with her.
Are you telling me you turn into a wolf at the full moon, and you can kill vampires?
She's a ruling wolf or something; doesn't smell like a dog.
She turns into a fucking wolf and can rip me apart.
He finally broke the silence, "So, are you some kind of wolf royalty?"
I assume you being so warm is a wolf thing?
I have no control over what I do during the full moon, and after, have no memory of my time as a wolf, so I can't answer that.
He tried to visualize her morphing into a wolf, writhing in pain as she transformed, foaming at the mouth, snarling.
She placed it on the ground and watched Jack wolf down the rest.
It was after 11:00 by the time Dean struggled around the last turn and reached the summit of Wolf Creek Pass.
Somewhere in the cold outdoors, a wolf howled.