"Oluf!" "Bowron!" They recognized each other simultaneously, there in the thin fringe of tangled brush skirting a hidden lake. "Oluf, it's good to see you again—I thought there was nothing but mountains, wolves and Wild Ones between me and civilization!" They picked their way slowly toward the shore together. Oluf dropped gratefully to the warm sand. The sunset highlighted his reddish hair. "You're not far wrong—there was wolf spoor back on that north ridge. But what in the name of the Moon are