Laughter surrounds the children, as does the scent of fresh meat, followed by the scampering of little feet.
"Here, here!" A voice cries in bright childish tones, as three large pieces of meat suddenly appear in the air, waggling enticingly toward the wolves. "Om nom nom! Come on pups!" The spirit cries, and if one of the slabs of meat collides with a wolf who is still eyeing Mateo, so be it.
The meat trundles through the air with the wolf pack following and snapping, leaving the two boys alone long enough to scamper away.
