The snow was flattened around it, the rabbit’s fur thrown everywhere. Jack London sniffed at the trap, laid its ears back, and growled. Canine bona fides reaffirmed, it settled on its haunches and looked expectantly up at the man. Part Samoyed, part husky, Jack’s thick white fur concealed a body thin from hunger. Elam didn’t have to sniff. The stink of wolverine was malevolent in the still air. It turned the saliva that had come into his mouth at the thought of roasted hare into something spoiled. He spat. “Damn!” The trap couldn’t be descented. He’d have to make another. No animal would come anywhere near a trap that smelled like that. The wolverine probably hadn’t even been hungry. He pulled the dry carrot from the rabbit’s mouth and flung the remains off among the trees. The deadfall and the sticks of the figure four followed it, vanishing in puffs of snow. “That’s the last one, Jack,” Elam said.
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