The Last Wolf in Scotland

“The problem with being the last wolf is that you have no pack and you are unable therefore to bring down large prey, unless you are exceedingly cunning.

Finding a mate is also nigh impossible.”

He stood like a Highland bull, large, contemplative, stoic, equipped with horns for dangers that were no longer there. Wolves, after all, were exterminated in Scotland in the sixteenth century.

For him, though, there were dangers - relationship dangers.

Lady Ylfa Mackenzie of Strath Roy House for one. Rich, elegant, divorced. He was beginning to find out why. She had just called him, demanding that he visit her.

A robin sang in a nearby birch. He cast his eyes over the farmland to his left, then beyond, over the Wildwood Spinney to the gap in the headlands where the inlet of the Cromarty Firth cut in, then widened into an estuary. The Black Isle was on its far side and just visible, as a strip by that shore, was the little town of Cromarty.

He looked at the sky. The clouds said snow and the air was beginning to dry as it does just before a fall.

The cattle in the field behind him had spaced themselves out and were sitting down.

He continued to walk steadily along the drove road - to his right was the forest; here stood birches, and at regular intervals beeches, planted by a long gone laird. Behind these edge trees were Sitka spruce. Near the ancient Scots Pine, a remnant of the great Mirkwood, that dense

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: alastair macleod
Bildmaterialien: alastair macleod; "woman in furs," purchased from dreamstime royalty free photos
Lektorat: alastair macleod
Übersetzung: cover title typeset in goodfish
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.03.2013
ISBN: 978-3-7309-3236-0

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"the problem with being the last wolf is that you have no pack and you are unable to bring down large prey, unless, that is, you are exceedingly cunning. Finding a mate is also nigh impossible"