The two wolves moved quietly, stealthily, ears twitching and noses quivering, ever alert for sounds and scents of prey. They were hungry. Their stomachs rumbled. Stopping to remove ice collected between his toes, Sasha stared down at the farm in the valley below. He licked his paw and thought about the delicious chickens and ducks and the young lambs and goats he’d seen frisking in the summer fields. Now, all these animals were locked up in pens and barns, impossible to get to.