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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, December 03, 2012

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Filename: spiritwo.txt
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story_codes: MMMM/g(8), anal rape; wolves/gg (8,4), first, beast, preg, cons

story_intro: What begins as a horrific journey of two young sisters in the possession of men with eveil purpose turns into a strange and mystifying experience as they enounter the stuff of legends.

story_language: English



Spirit Wolves

Written by Madvlad


	"Naka... what the fuck, I can't pronounce this word. Anyway, it says here that the local tribe believes in these things. They're big wolves inhabited by the spirits of dead warriors and medicine men. How 'bout that shit?"

	Keith chuckled as he slapped the pages against his lap and looked out the front window of the SUV. Beside him, Earl drove the vehicle while Don and Roddy sat in the back seat. Behind them, the back area was stuffed with clothes and supplies and their newly acquired toys.

	"So how do the ghosts get into the wolves?" Don asked out of boredom.

	They had crossed into the tribal reservation, on their way to one of the old hunting cabins that dotted the woods. Keith leafed through the pages - printouts from the internet - and whistled as he found the answer.

	"Get this," he said. "The spirit would inhabit the cub while in its mothers' womb."

	"Big fuckin' deal," Roddy yawned.

	"Yeah, but momma was human," Keith explained as he read on. "A spirit wolf would mate with a maiden and the cub she would carry would receive the spirit of another departed tribesman. According to some of the lore, the woman could mate with the wolves again as long as she had never had intercourse with a human male. Any woman who had mated with a wolf was considered to be honored and the men in the tribe would vie for her hand in marriage. But there are legends of some women who remained devoted only to wolves their whole lives."

	The men thought this was hilarious. Roddy turned around in his seat and spoke to the two others huddled with the cargo. 

	"Hey, you little bitches want to get fucked by a wolf?"

	"Won't happen," Earl yelled. "They'll have had plenty of man cock before long. I wonder if Joan would still qualify. What does it say about that, Keith?"

	"Doesn't say," Keith said as he leafed through the pages. "Maybe we can just find her a nice grizzly bear to blow and call it a day."

	The men laughed again as they drove into the mountains.

	In the back, eight year-old Joan shut her eyes, squeezing more tears onto her cheeks. She was laying with her head in the lap of her little sister, Cassie. Both girls had lived with their mother in a rundown trailer park until these men had struck some sort of deal and purchased them from her. Despite having different fathers (their mother was not quite sure who either's dad was), they shared the same features including dark brown hair and eyes of a similar shade.

	Cassie stared fearfully toward the front of the vehicle, utterly confused by the sudden changes in her life. While living with their mother had been no pleasure, it was the only home they had ever had. 

	Joan was always watchful and protective of her four year-old sister, often fixing her meals from the variety of cheap lunch meats or canned goods their mother exclusively bought. And it was Joan who comforted Cassie whenever they had to spend the night in their mother's ramshackle car while the woman was entertaining one of her boyfriends in the trailer.

	But after last night, Joan no longer seemed to be the all-knowing protector and had spent today nearly catatonic. Now it was Cassie who was trying to comfort Joan, patting her hair while the eight year-old lay quietly on her side. Cassie knew at least why her sister was not on her back.

	The night before, the four men had rented two rooms in a grungy motel, telling the girls they were to sleep on the floor. The sisters were frightened of the men and the way they looked at them. After several beers, however, the men had a different plan.

	Cassie had gone to use the bathroom. When the toilet flushed, Keith was standing near the door, fishing another beer from a cooler. On impulse, he barged through the bathroom door and came out with Cassie tucked under one arm while her pants and panties were still down at her ankles. Swinging Cassie in front of him and holding her with one arm clamped across her chest, Keith reached down and fingered the tiny hairless slit between her legs.

	"Let's pop open a hole tonight, boys," he said and was greeted with some enthusiastic agreement.

	"No!" Joan shouted, frightened as she saw her baby sister being cruelly molested.

	"Uh oh, Big Sister's getting' jealous," Earl guffawed. "We'll do her instead."

	Keith tossed Cassie on one of the beds where she sat, too frightened to even pull her pants up. Joan was thrown down in front of her sister and began to yell and kick as Earl tugged at the waistband of her jeans.

	"Someone make this bitch be quiet!" he hissed.

	Roddy clapped a hand over Joan's mouth while Keith held her wrists. Earl reached in front and unsnapped Joan's pants, yanking them down her legs and off of her with such fury that her sneakers came with them. Her threadbare panties lasted even less time as Earl grabbed the elastic waist from the rear and pulled them from the girl in one long motion. He handed them to Roddy who stuffed them in Joan's mouth.

	Don had the KY out and gave the tube to Earl who promptly unzipped his fly and lubed himself up. Joan made the mistake of jerking her head around and saw Earl's massive tool. She remembered another such thing from when she was only six. Her mother had passed out and the man with her had shoved his smelly, unwashed thing in Joan's face. In an angry voice, the man had ordered her to open her mouth and then shoved the thing inside. Joan had gagged, but the man kept jabbing her in the mouth with it until something hot and foul erupted from the end.

	Joan had seen her mother with plenty of men and had no illusions about what the man was about to do with her. The only question was which hole. What she had seen of her mother and those men had been scary enough to watch, but the thought of it actually happening to her nearly made her swoon.

	Earl grabbed a small buttock with each hand and squeezed hard. Joan cried into the makeshift gag as her flesh protested this abuse. Then the man pulled her cheeks apart and she could feel the greased girth of the man's penis digging against her clenched asshole.

	Earl mentally measured Joan's small ass against his prick. He and the other three men were each slightly larger than normal in the penis department and this was not going to bode well for this little girl. It certainly hadn't for any of their previous ones. But Earl and his buddies had a nice business going and Joan was just another piece of merchandise.

	Heaving himself up and forward, Earl threw his entire weight against Joan's defenseless little rump. Her anus ripped and his cock jammed into her ass. Joan screamed into her soggy panties and her vision blurred from the sheer pain of the forced entry. With another heave, Earl buried several more inches into the wailing child as her tissues tore. A third heavy thrust buried him to the hilt inside the eight year-old's virgin rectum. There was no noise from Joan this time as she had finally passed out.

	She awoke as her face was smacked several times. Her ears were ringing and she fought to regain her senses, trying to figure out where she was and what was happening. The huge, hurtful thing in her rear brought everything back with a sudden, horrific clarity.

	"You don't want to miss you're first time, now do you?" Earl said.

	His voice sounded like it was coming at her through a tank of water. Then the hardness in were bottom moved, drawing fresh waves of agony through her guts. The thing was nearly out when it slammed home again. Joan found her voice, muffled by the panties in her mouth, and screamed her useless protests.

	Unlike his reluctant young partner, Earl was thoroughly enjoying himself. The little girl's ass was warm and wet inside and still quite snug despite the damage he had wrought. Every push was magnificent, slashing into the slippery grip of her violated rectum, mashing his scratchy pubic hair against the child's smooth buttocks when he finally came to a stop. These little girlies were such great fucks, even if they always failed to appreciate it. Well, Earl the boys would take care of the appreciation.

	Earl happily hammered away inside of the youngster, stabbing her ass with gusto until his balls could stand no more. Thrusting as hard as he could inside of the child's tortured bowels, he poured his thick jism, burning the injured girl's raw innards.

	Joan lay on her belly, most of her body numb except for the searing agony in her ass. When she felt the blast of Earl's cum, she jerked from the further assault of her agitated nerves. Then a hand on her head turned her to the side and she was looking directly at the length of Earl's hardened shaft. It was dripping with her blood.

	"Now you can consider your ass officially busted," the man said with low chuckle.

	Joan thought the worst was over and that she could not feel pain anymore. She was dreadfully wrong. Keith was the next to continue her sodomization, followed by Roddy and Don. Each man was as cruel as the next, violating the little girl with powerful thrusts that eventually ended with more semen soiling her body. Then Earl grabbed her by the waist again.

	"Did you miss me, Darling?" he asked just before he rammed into her bleeding bottom.

	For Joan, the night became a vicious collage in her memory; a patchwork of her screams, her pain, and of Cassie's face, red and sobbing as she watched her sister's rape.

	The SUV suddenly turned off the dirt road with a hard bump that made Joan groan as her ass protested the jarring motion. It came to a halt outside of a cabin and the men piled out. The rear hatch was open and Cassie shivered as a sharp jet of late autumn air cut through her thin jacket. Joan did not move.

	The supplies were gradually pulled out and taken to the cabin before Don came and pulled Cassie from the vehicle while Keith and Roddy got the last of the canned goods.

	"You guys put the rest of it and the little bitch inside while Joan and I get ready for our picnic."

	Laughing, the others went to the cabin with Cassie watching from over Don's shoulder as Earl set Joan on top of a picnic table outside. Joan struggled feebly as Earl removed her clothes. The seat and crotch of her jeans were a horrid mess despite the wads of toilet paper that Roddy had stuffed in there when they got her dressed that morning. But it looked as though she had finally stopped bleeding. Now it was time for her to begin bleeding in a new place.

	"I hope you're livelier than this when I bust your cherry," Earl said as he traced a finger over the little girl's bald vulva.

	He gripped one smooth cunt lip and gave it a sharp twist, making Joan cry out. 

	"That's better," he said with a nasty grin.

	"Hey, wait for us!" Keith called, laughing with Don and Roddy as they exited the cabin.

	Earl laughed with them as he forced the head of his prick into the soft cleft of Joan's immature mound. The little girl sobbed as she felt her outer labia spread and pull tightly around the intruder. With his cock now at the virgin gates of Joan's femininity, Earl paused to explain a few things to the girl.

	"We're just getting you ready for your new career," he explained. "There are some special places in Mexico, a good five days' drive from here, that put pretty little things like you to work - no high school diploma required. There's plenty of brown Mexican gals, but what they really love are the American girls with your white, bald little pussies.
And you are just made to order, Joannie.

	Anyway, it's our job to put you through some basic training - bootie camp, if you will. Now, don't worry about hurting all the time when you get down there 'cause they got all kinds of medicines down there to make you feel good - or at least not give a shit about what's getting stuck in your ass or cunt or down your throat. 

	Why, I saw a little girl hardly bigger than you last time I was there. She was higher than a kite and grinning ear to ear while she was taking a huge chunk of an entire donkey's dick up her ass. I'm not shitting you. The audience loved it and she took another three or four of the men in her pussy when the donkey was done. If you work real hard Joan, I think you could be a donkey girl, too."

	"Let Cassie go," Joan pleaded in a small voice as Earl stood with his dick just one shove away from ending the last of her innocence.

	Earl shook his head.

	"That's not how it works. We usually don't take girls as young as her 'cause they can't take a man's dick without getting ripped up badly - at least not the big ones we have. But she was part of a package deal, so we'll have our fun with her. If she survives, we'll be happy to sell her along with you - you two could even be a sister act. But I wouldn't count on happening. Now enough about her, let's concentrate on you."

	Joan was wailing by this time; in fear for what was about to be done to her and in grief for Cassie's fate. In the end, she wouldn't be able to protect her sweet baby sister. Feeling Earl's prick shift in angle, she closed her eyes for the next horror to begin. She heard the other men shouting briefly before Earl jerked away. Then she heard him yelling before his voice trailed off with a wet, mangled gargle.

	Hearing growling and thrashing sounds, Joan opened her eyes. Sitting up, she blinked as she saw perhaps a dozen large wolves clustered around four bloody heaps of meat, tearing and clawing. It took another half minute for the girl to realize who those piles of meat had recently been. Despite what they had done to her, Joan's stomach lurched.

	Quietly, she slipped off of the picnic table. But when a branch snapped beneath one foot, the wolves simultaneously jerked their heads up and looked in her direction. The largest one, a huge gray beast with a scar-like stripe of white fur over one eye, licked the blood from his chops as he approached her.

	Gibbering with fright, the little girl sank to the ground. She shut her eyes as she felt his hot breath against her, hoping the end would be quick. His nose was wet where it occasionally touched her naked skin as he sniffed her. When she heard him whine, she cautiously opened her eyes and was greeted by a wet lick across the side of her face.

	As the wolf continued to lick Joan's face, the others came closer and sat, watching patiently. Losing the edge from her fear, Joan cautiously patted the wolf on the head and he licked her face even harder. Then he licked her chest, angling his body in front of hers before lowering his muzzle to the small mound between her legs. He gave her a firm lick there and made Joan call out, started.

	"Oh!"

	The wolf raised his head and looked at her quizzically, cocking his head. Then he returned to her crotch and resumed licking. Joan didn't know what to do. She was naked, surrounded by large wolves while the largest was licking her in a place where she had nearly been raped. When she tried to push the wolf's head away, he paused and growled in annoyance. Joan stopped pushing the wolf resumed feasting on the little girl's hairless snatch.

	"Ohhhhhhh!" Joan sighed as something began to stir in her loins.

	As Joan got wetter, the wolf licked harder, lapping up the light, tangy juices of the child's immature sex. The ache in her rear seemed to dissipate as Joan wriggled her butt on the ground, desperate for more of the feelings she was getting in her pussy. It grew and grew until it suddenly grabbed her all over, making her shudder.

	When the climax passed, the wolf licked the last bit of drippings from the little girl's twat. Joan was stunned, unsure of what had happened but grateful for the first good thing to happen to her in days. The wolf nudged her shoulder, prodding her to move.

	She didn't know what to do, so she started to reach for her clothes. But the wolf growled and kept nudging her sideways. Joan rolled over onto her hands and knees in response to the wolf's pushing, and the wolf immediately climbed over her. He was large enough so that standing straight, his belly fur just barely brushed the girl's back. 

	From its furry pouch, the wolf's penis extended outward, red and erect. He scooted forward, feeling the small damp opening of the human girl-child's sex. Joan whimpered when she felt the contact, fearful of what would happen next. Responding to the child's fear, the wolf paused and stepped back, lowering his head to lick Joan's face. 

	The crude comfort calmed the girl and the wolf went back into position. He jerked his hips forward, entering the hairless mound and piercing the eight year-old's hymen. Joan yelped as she was penetrated, but the wolf pushed forward. Despite the size of the wolf's member, the child's sex opened to receive it until she was fully penetrated.

	Joan gasped as she was filled. Her fear from the initial pain of the entry subsided as she felt her sensitive sheath get stroked by the wolf's quick-moving cock. The moistness she had felt while she was being licked was now a veritable flood, coating the lupine cock as it drove in and out of her tight, slippery twat. Responding to a primal instinct, the little girl rolled her hips and pushed back at the wolf.

	The others in the pack watched silently as their leader copulated with the human child. The little girl's thighs were streaked with her fluids and just a bit of blood from her virginity. Steadily, the mating progressed as the thick red wolf cock jack-hammered in and out of the eight year-old's, tight bald quim. Then the lead wolf growled as he came.

	Joan grunted as she felt the hotness of his semen enter her body. Unlike the revulsion from the sliminess that invaded her bowels each time the men had cum, the wolf's ejaculation gave her a sense of fulfillment. But she was halfway to another orgasm when the wolf withdrew and whined in frustration. The wolf gave her cheek a lick and Joan's disappointment subsided when the next wolf mounted her. She came halfway during his mating with her.

	One by one, the entire pack had their way with the child, filling her snug little cuntlet with cock before emptying their seed into her womb. When they were done, Joan rose unsteadily to her feet. With the first step, she was surprised to find that the pain in her abused bottom was gone. Curiously, she looked at the wolves, who gazed back steadily. As she walked to the cabin, they followed her.

	Inside, she realized that she had left her clothes behind. The wolves padded in quietly behind her.

	"Doggies!" Cassie cried from the doorway to a bedroom.

	The four year-old walked out, relieved to see her sister alright until she saw the evidence of the pack's gang mating. 

	"Your pee-pee is messy," she said, pointing to Joan's cum-smeared crotch.

	"I'm okay," Joan replied. "They rescued me from the bad men."

	"Good doggies," Cassie said as she patted the leader on the head.

	The leader opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out in a wolfish approximation of a smile. Then he pawed at Cassie's shirt and looked at Joan. She immediately knew what that meant.

	"You want my sister?" she asked.

	The leader bobbed his head and made a short chuffing sound. Joan turned to Cassie and helped her get undressed.

	"It's going to be okay," she told her little sister. "They want to...do something."

	When she peeled Cassie's panties off, Joan looked at her baby sister's tiny quim and wondered how such a small thing could take the huge cocks of the pack. Then she realized that she had done the same and although bigger than her sister, the size of those wolf pricks should have hurt her. But they hadn't.

	Joan's reverie was interrupted by Cassie's delighted squeals. The leader had his nose buried between her legs and was licking hard. The little girl stumbled backwards, landing on her rear. The leader stepped forward and planted one huge paw on the squirming tot's belly to hold her in place. Then he resumed his tongue work on Cassie's smooth, plump snatch until she squealed and came quite wetly.

	Joan helped Cassie to her hands and knees, lying in from of her as the leader took his position. He shifted his forelegs closer together and back, bracing them against Cassie's shoulders. Then he squatted on his haunches to align his penis to the unsuspecting girl's cunny. It looked awkward, but he didn't seem to mind. Cassie giggled and wriggled her rump as she felt the hardened member push against the place where she had just felt good.

	"Doggie is playing with my pee-pee," she said to her sister with a smile. "He...AAAII!"

	Cassie squawked as the leader thrust forward, easily breaking her fragile membrane. Although the toddler cunt was incredibly tight, it was wet and slippery from the recent orgasm. Cassie panted, staring wide-eyed at her sister as her virgin cuntlet was stretched and filled with animal cock.

	Keith's description of the spirit wolves, which she had barely paid attention to, suddenly came back to Joan. She knew there was some kind of mystical process at work as her little sister took the wolf's cock without pain. The action continued until the wolf growled and Cassie's mouth fell open in surprise as her baby womb accepted the wolf's seed.

	Another wolf took Joan's ankle in his mouth and tugged at it. Joan got to her hands and knees and moaned in satisfaction as she was taken. While one after another mated with her again, Joan watched as the rest of the pack mounted Cassie's round little body and pumped it full of sperm.

	This went on for weeks as the world outside was blanketed in snow. Inside the cabin, the sisters went without clothes, taking only a blanket to keep them warm when they went outside to relieve themselves. Although there was no heat or power inside, they remained warm as they slept naked, surrounded by the warm furry bodies of the pack. There were enough canned goods to last a long time and the girls didn't mind that the contents weren't hot.

	When they weren't eating or sleeping, they were kept occupied by the demands of the pack. Time became a meaningless thing while they were on their hands and knees, constantly being mounted and inseminated by the wolves. Their bodies responded with blinding orgasms that made their slippery little pussies grip the wolf cocks even tighter while they came.

	And then their bodies responded in a different way.

	"My tummy feels funny," Cassie remarked one day.

	"I know," Joan replied, rubbing her abdomen, which felt odd inside.

	Joan didn't know if they were getting sick, but something had changed. The wolves didn't mate with them that day, but were even more attentive than usual. Three days later, she stood staring at the noticeable bulge of her stomach in the mirror and knew the truth.

	"We're pregnant," she said as a wolf licked her arm.

	"What's that mean?" Cassie inquired.

	"It means..."Cassie started, her voice trembling. "We're going to be mommies."

	"I'm gonna have a puppy!" Cassie cried with joy. 

	The four year-old immediately hugged the nearest wolf, squeezing him tightly.

	Joan was more subdued as she knew nothing about what was next. How could she give birth? Joan knew that she was much too little for this and then wondered about Cassie. But the wolves had watched and protected them so far, so she put her faith in them.

	The days passed and the gestation proceeded at an accelerated rate, although neither girl knew what was supposed to be normal. What they did know was that their little bellies were swelling rapidly. Joan was top-heavy and had to take care with her balance as her stomach bulged greatly from her slender frame. She thought Cassie looked quite cute as her smaller body grew wider - like a fleshy little beach ball with limbs.

	Then another development occurred. Joan woke up one morning and found her nipples were sore. Was it her imagination or had they acquired a little puffiness around them?
By the next day, there was no doubt. The eight year-old's formerly flat chest had sprouted a pair of plump little jugs. Now Cassie's breasts were showing too and the little tot was pleased that she looked just like her big sister and loved to chatter about how much fun it was going to be to have puppies and be mommies.

	As the lives inside of them grew, the sisters communicated less and less with words, replacing them with grunts and growls that became more wolfish. The canned food held no interest for them and the wolves brought them freshly killed food. The transformed girls gnawed at the raw flesh with relish, fulfilling the inner cravings they now had.

	The hormones from their pregnancies wreaked havoc on their youthful bodies. Sensing this, the wolves provided them relief. Now the little girls spent more time on their backs with their huge, stretched tummies heaving while their hairless cunnies were licked to climax by their furry lovers.

	As the births grew near, the little girls' breasts were filled to capacity. Cassie whined one morning as her painfully over-pressurized boobs began to leak. Whining with sympathy, Joan crawled over and licked her little sister's chest. She raised her head, tasting the fluid and liking it. It was milk, thinner and sweeter than the store bought-kind. Joan bent down and licked Cassie's breasts clean.

	Spying a bead of milk on one of Joan's engorged little nipples, Cassie pressed her mouth to it, contentedly nursing on the eight year-old titty. Joan held her head in place as the pressure eased in her tit mound. When Cassie was done, Joan rolled her onto her back and sucked her baby sister's titlets dry, knowing they would be full again in good time.

	After all of the stimulation from above, both girls' pussies demanded attention. With the wolves out on the hunt and their bellies in the way, the sisters took turned licking each other to a blissful climax. When the pack returned to the cabin with fresh meat, they could smell the arousal of the girls and found them nestled together with Cassie sucking milk from Joan's other breast. Both of their bald cuntlets gleamed wetly in the gray light.

	
When the day came, both little mothers were on their backs, sweating and crying while their offspring began to push through their straining birth canals. Several wolves licked at the girl's feverish faces until a cub emerged from each. The sisters relaxed in relief as the pressure on their bodies eased. Each cub was picked up by the scruff of his neck and brought to his young mother's teats for nourishment. Joan sighed - a slightly human sound - as she fed her cub. She looked over at Cassie and saw her little sister happily cradling another cub in her arms as the newborn drained her tiny breasts.

	Over the next two weeks, the cubs grew rapidly, their appetites changing from mother's milk to meat while at the same time the sisters returned to their human food. The girls' animal sounds reverted to human speech and the little mothers delighted in playing with their cubs. As the cubs matured, Joan's and Cassie's bodies became perfectly childish again with flat chests and normal sized bellies. Joan's exploration of her pussy one day showed that despite all of the wolf cock and giving birth, her young tunnel was quite snug around her finger.

	One morning, the girls looked at the wolves - twelve grown males and two juveniles - and instinctively knew they were leaving. Wrapping themselves in blankets, the girls watched the pack disappear into the snowy woods before going back into the cabin. They weren't sure what would happen next until they heard the sound of a car engine.

	Jay Red Crow gunned the gas on his four-wheel drive as it skirted up the snow-covered trail. A tribal police officer, he was largely kept busy with issues of vandalism, drunk and disorderly conduct, and domestic violence. A such, most of his time was wasted making sure that all reports were filled out properly and politely submitted to the BIA, or Bureau of Indian Affairs (also known as Bastards, Idiots, and Assholes behind their backs.)

	But he was always on the lookout for real investigative cases. When he heard reports of an SUV parked at one of the remote hunting cabins for a couple of months, he chose to investigate it. The cabin had not been reserved, but pursuing and charging trespassers was usually fruitless as they rarely paid a fine. But after this much time, something else was afoot.

	As he was getting ready to leave, a Jeep pulled up and an old friend insisted on joining him. Maggie Two Clouds and Jay had known each other since grade school thirty years ago. While Jay had chosen a career doing something he hoped would help his people. Maggie had similar goals but chose a different path, immersing herself in the tribe's lore and rituals and becoming a medicine woman.

	Maggie had been peculiarly stubborn about being with Jay when he investigated the abandoned vehicle. Although he was largely ambivalent about his tribal religion, there had been a few times where Maggie had shown a strange insight into certain matters. 

	While Jay struggled to keep the SUV on the road, Maggie sat serenely on the passenger side. In her late thirties, she had grown plump but also possessed a great physical strength as an over-amorous and drunken government inspector had learned a year and two broken wrists ago. Her twin dark braids bounced with the SUV's bumps as she hummed some ancient chant. 

	When they arrived at the cabin, Jay found the other vehicle unlocked and proceeded to search for documents. The glove compartment yielded the registration and insurance as belonging to one Earl Wendell. 

	"I think there were three or four of them," Jay called out to Maggie as he scanned the interior and noting where the beer cans and food wrappers had been left on the floor.

	"There were four, but you won't find any of them," she replied as she stared into the forest.

	Jay had the feeling this was one of those times where she was dead right, but he started to go to the cabin when Maggie stopped him. 

	"I'll do this," she said. 

	Jay looked around outside, noting the abundance of wolf tracks. Maggie went into the cabin and found two small girls wrapped in blankets, sitting by the table. The woman sniffed the air and smiled faintly as she recognized the lingering animal scent that most others would miss. Slowly, she approached the girls, who watched her silently.

	"Hello, little ones. My name is Maggie."

	"I'm Joan," the older one said. "And this is my sister, Cassie. Are you going to take us away?"

	"Yes," Maggie replied gently. "I think you two need a good home. And I think you know the wolves as I once did. It was something very special, right?"

	Joan gasped and nodded. Cassie simply nodded before speaking up.

	"We had puppies and they went with the other doggies. I miss them."

	"I know you do," Maggie said as she stroked the little girl's hair. "Let's get you dressed and I promise you'll see your cubs again."

	Both girls had taken a small bag with them when the men had bought them. It wasn't much, but it had been all of their possessions. Fortunately, Joan had extra clothing as everything she had arrived in was still buried out in the snow. As she dressed, Maggie helped Cassie and brought the girls out to the front porch where Jay looked at them in astonishment.

	"Start the car, Jay," Maggie said. "These two don't have proper coats."

	Once they were back in the car, Jay quietly told Maggie about the wolf tracks and opined that the men's remains may be scattered and lost. Maggie nodded in agreement. Then Jay turned to the girls in the back and spoke more loudly.

	"Were any of these men your father?"

	Joan vehemently shook her head and Cassie piped up.

	"They were bad men. The doggies punished them."

	Jay turned back to Maggie.

	"It looks like we've got a mystery on our hands, Scooby Doo. But seriously, I have to find out where these girls are from."

	"They're from no place good," Maggie told him. "I'll take them in as my own."

	"Maggie, you just can't do that without documentation. The BIA will be all over you."

	"The BIA will have all of the proper forms filled out and back-dated so they won't notice or do a thing," Maggie replied. "It's what they're best at. And besides, I know an old friend who can help me with that, right?"

	Feeling that tingle in his spine when Maggie was onto something, Jay sighed and smiled in spite of himself. Putting the SUV in gear, he glanced in the rear view mirror.

	"Hang on, girls. It's going to be an interesting ride."

	There was still snow at the higher altitudes, but everything around Maggie's house had melted. For Joan and Cassie, it was like discovering a new land as everything had been buried deep in white when they first arrived at their new home three months ago. 

	Joan was on the back porch, sketching one of the trees on an artist's pad. Maggie had sensed the girl had some talent there and encouraged her to explore it. Cassie's laughter as she ran about was like constant music. Suddenly the laughter stopped.

	Joan looked up and saw Cassie standing still. From the trees, a line of wolves emerged, led by the large gray one with a familiar white stripe above one eye. Joan came down from the porch and stood next to Cassie as the wolves surrounded them. 

	Calmly, the sisters began to undress.


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