The dog barked twice and stopped, and Ronan was at the door of the cottage with his hand on the latch before I got to my feet."Not a dog," Oisin said quietly. "A wolf. Two of them, up on the ridge behind us." He blew out the candle. "They are not hunting. They are sitting on the skyline and looking at the cove.""Council?""Not Council. Council wolves do not sit on a skyline and look at anything. That is a pack wolf and he is counting us." Oisin picked up his coat. "I will go and have a word with them. If I am not back in an hour, take the boat and go north."He went out and we sat in the dark cottage and waited.I want to put down what happened in the pack house on that same night, because I did not see it and I did not learn about it until much later, and it belongs in this story as much as anything I saw with my own eyes.Maeve went to the grey house on the harbour road two days after we left the coast. She went on her own, at dusk, with her coat buttoned and her copper curls tied
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