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      Day Six:  Still no snow. Husband and I got haircuts yesterday, along with a surprise perm for me...it is still to early to tell how I feel about it.  There has always been something so hypnotic about a pack of wolves prowling the forest. The efficient, graceful way they move as one continues to astound me. I always wondered why Little Red Riding Hood didn't join them.  Her life would have been much more interesting...right? 

Control of the Pack

Her ruby cloak turned onyx. Nails and fangs grew and sharpened into points. She crouched and howled, challenging the alpha wolf, who answered her call.  They circled each other, eyes met, never faltering.  Each step was silent and precise as if the two combatants were stalking their prey. The great, coal-black alpha mis-stepped and snapped a branch—Riding Hood leaped, claws extended!