With only a penlight to illuminate his way, his lantern having given out hours earlier, Alex reached his truck and leaned against it.
He hesitated to return to the thick of the woods close to where he might still encounter the men who had tried to shoot him and who had shot the red wolf.
He assumed the wolf was in good hands now with the men who had rescued her from the zoo staff, if only because wolves had been running with them.
They probably belonged to the men, which would explain the female's unnatural protective behaviour around Alex.
So much for observing red wolves in the wild. He should have known that finding a pack of red wolves living out here was too good to be true.
Police officers and an ambulance crew had already rescued the drugged men who worked for the zoo. Alex had kept a low profile, watching from the woods to ensure they would be all right, never revealing himself or his identity.
