The Harvest Wolf

In the northwest part of the state, the Wyoming Game and Fish Department set a quota of 44 wolves and 41 had been taken as of Monday, according to department figures.

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The remaining three wolves left in the statewide quota are outside of the Cody region and are located in areas that receive less hunting pressure, said Dan Thompson, Wyoming Game and Fish Department large carnivore section supervisor. Hunters harvesting wolves within the trophy zone — an 8,square mile zone surrounding the borders of Yellowstone National Park — are required to purchase a tag.

Wolves have moved far beyond the borders of Yellowstone, where they were reintroduced in , and the trophy zone. Seven of the wolves killed in the predator zone were harvested between Casper and Rawlins. The state sold a total of 2, tags for the chance to harvest a wolf in the trophy zone this year. Hunters are required to call a hotline prior to hunting to check on the status of the quota.

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After harvesting an animal, hunters are then required to call in the harvest and a running total of mortality is kept on a daily basis. The quota for the Greybull River area, west of Meeteetse, was exceeded by one wolf due to hunters taking wolves on the same day — an issue resulting from using the hotline reporting system, but not entirely unexpected.

Last year, wolves were removed through damage control efforts. The lower total of 58 removals this year reflects both the success of population management through hunting and the damage control work done in , Thompson said. My vision blurring and refocusing in a way that tells me I have most likely been poisoned. I squeeze my eyes shut, but the spinning in my head continues on unhindered.

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My fingers slide down my cheek to my chest, but no warm fur greets my fingers. My eyes flash open again, the shock making me forget that I cannot stand. I crash back to the floor, so hard it knocks the air from my lungs in a painful rush. Clarity rings through my head like broken glass.

I am in the Spirit Temple! A figure rises slowly from the circular moon bed in the center of the fourteen-sided Joining room in the Spirit Temple complex.

The sensual curves of a female form silhouetted against the moonlight. A shape I know as well as my own. What have you done with my Kessel? My heart slows and my wolf ears lay flat as I stare up at her wide-eyed. It takes me a moment longer than it should to realize she is addressing me. It is me, it is your Kessel. And even in this dim light my wolf eyes do not miss a thing. The only thing on Zet capable of killing a Spirit Guardian.

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I cannot make sense of the scene in front of me. Of my astra pari , my wife, my Jessa, standing over me with the only thing she knows can truly harm me. Will you not answer for your crimes? But my hand slips on the tangled mess of cloth and I fall, slamming my head into the wooden floor. I blink away the dancing stars in time to see the blade arcing toward me again. I dive away from her, the movement feeling like I am treading through deep mud.

And that is when I know for certain that I have been poisoned. That someone at the matchbonding feast has fed me the flesh and the blood of something that once drew breath.

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Something that I, a Spirit Guardian, should never consume. I put my hand to the floor to push myself into a better position, and pull it back just as quickly, because it burns like nothing I have ever felt before. Cradling my hand, I look down at the floor. But there is no fire here, no hot coals that could have caused this pain. And that is when I notice the carvings on the floor. The ones that are etched deep into the cedar wood in a circle that emerges and then disappears under the edge of the rug that covers the floor beneath the moon bed.

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The ones that spell out my name, my true name in the Tongue of the Stars. A name that only one other can claim possession of. The human girl moves around me and the carved rune circle like a predatory animal, and panic begins to prickle across my skin like icy darts. This cannot be Jessa. I have never seen her move like this—never seen such unfathomable loathing cloaking her gentinia -blue eyes.

Still brilliant even in this darkness, her harvest-red hair turned black in the dim light. And the fear begins to solidify in the pit of my stomach. Something has gone so very, very wrong. I swallow hard, and part my lips to speak. But her eyes dart away from me to a side of the Joining room, and then another. She cocks her head to one side as if listening to something, the gesture more raven than girl. Her head curled into her chest, her forearms shielding her from something.

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My wolf ears raise up slowly and swivel around, but still I hear nothing other than the sluggish beating of my own heart.