Greatest Game/Maxwell
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You wake up with a bit of a start. The dream was so strange and yet real enough that for a moment you can't quite remember who you are. It all suddenly comes back. You came up to Canada to follow a pack of wolves. Just as you settled in for the night, your contact in conservation called to say that one of the tacking collars had been picked up over the border in Montana. You had already rented the cabin for the week and were wondering how to pad the wildlife shots to pay for the expense with your main bread winners on an unseasonable vacation south.
As your worries start to come back you hear the sound of girlish laughter coming from the neighboring cabin