The Tyrant alpha
All the males shake their heads, and Rodric, our oldest packmate, rouses himself from a doze and shouts, “What did Alpha say?”
“He wants to know if anyone has seen elk,” Max shouts back.
“No need to holler,” Rodric grumbles, poking his finger in his ear to emphasize the point. It’s a joke that he’s been telling since I was a pup. He’s fully aware that he’s deaf as a doorknob. “I heard there’s elk up by the lake.”
“Oh, you heard, eh?” Max snorts.
“Which lake?” I ask.
“A big bull,” Rodric confidently answers the question I didn’t ask. “Fourteen points between both antlers.”
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