Walt and Madge agreed with Mrs. Johnson. It looked like the tips of Wolf’s ears had been severely frozen at one time and never healed right. He looked like those dogs they saw in magazines about Alaska. They spent many afternoons trying to imagine a past for Wolf. At night, they would hear him crying softly. When the north wind blew and three was the bite of frost in the air, Wolf became restless. He would lift his head and give a long howl. It was so sad and so lonely that it gave them goose bumps. Yet he never barked. Never