Chapter Twelve

Linda got up and headed to the bathroom to take care of her morning routine. It didn't take long, and soon she was back in the front room to make breakfast in the kitchen.

She was somewhat surprised that when she was almost done, she heard a noise. She found the wolf looking in her front door, again.

"Come on in, silly. Breakfast is almost finished. I guess the only question for you is: 'cooked or raw?' Which would you prefer?"

Linda looked at the wolf to give her the answer.

Trap wasn't sure what the female was asking. However, he did walk into the room, and over to where she was standing.

Linda watched, waiting, and then chuckled.

"I guess it doesn't matter, does it," she said. "Well, let's see what I have for you."

Linda opened the fridge and took out a package of boneless pork chops. There were three chops in the package and she took two for her friend.

"Well, this will put something in you, and you can always hunt, later."

Linda put the last one back in the fridge. She tossed the two pieces onto a plate, and sat the plate on the floor. With a small push, she slid it closer to the wolf.

Trap looked at the thing on the floor. He could smell it was meat. He looked up at the female, then down to the meat. He sniffed it, and then took a careful bite. It didn't take long for him to decide that he liked it. To him it tasted like pig, and he liked pig. The chops were soon just happy memories.

Linda finished her eggs and hash browns, and then moved to the table to eat. For some reason her mind kept telling her she forgot the bacon but she didn't have any, and the pork chop was for her dinner. She would have to make sure, when Mary came by with her big order, that there was a good stock of meat in it.

The food was soon filling a happy spot in her tummy. Linda was getting ready to leave for her self-appointed trap hunting trip, when her house phone rang.

"Hello," she asked. The caller ID said it was her lawyer.

"Hello, Miss Mason, this is Mr. Baits. How are you today?"

"Land locked, but ok. What can I do for you?"

"I have a few questions for you. First, how aggressively do you want me to go after the man that attacked you yesterday? And second, would a 'sapphire blue' for the color of the new truck, work for you?"

"I doubt the Harpers have anything. I can't remember if anyone of the family was killed at the mill. As for the truck, I'll take any blue, except baby or sky blue. Those two are just too soft for a truck."

"Ok, then. I have a truck from a closer dealer that said he can get it to you by late tomorrow. And you're right about the Harpers. I did take the liberty to file a restraining order against the whole family, as the sheriff overheard that the family might try something against you."

"Thanks for the heads up on that. Damn, I guess I better stay around the place. I was going trap hunting."

"I wouldn't if I where you. I was told there were wolves all over that area," said Mr. Baits with a small bit of fear in his voice.

"I know. I grew up here remember. My father and I used to keep the forest clear of traps and such. Most of the time, if the animals were taken for meat, we wouldn't worry about it. However most of the animals were taken by poachers. It will take me a bit to know who does what, and the reasons why. Hunting and trapping for food, is okay. But trapping for pelts and money, is just wrong," Linda said firmly.

"Just be safe. Wild animals can be dangerous."

"I know."

"Okay, call me if anything comes up. As I said, your new truck will be there tomorrow."

"Good! Thank you, and goodbye."

With that, they both hung up. Linda took a deep breath and let it out.

"Well, boy, I guess we can't do as much as I wanted to do, today. We might be having some unwanted company," Linda said to her four footed friend.

Linda watched the wolf's ears twitch. Then he let out a small huff, and a growl. She chuckled.

"You can say that again."

After straightening up a bit, Linda and the wolf went out onto the porch. It was a beautiful morning. She didn't feel like just sitting around doing nothing, so she started walking around the edge of the woods.

The smell was just as she remembered. As she walked along the forest edge, she could remember the names of all the trees and plants, and what they were their uses. What surprised her, and pissed her off, was that she found several small animal snares. The worst was a metal foot trap, used mainly for catching coyote.

Linda had just made her way to the front of the clearing when her wolf froze, sniffed, then growled. Off in the distance a wolf howled.