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Months later, during the spring thaw, I returned to the lake where it all began. The ice was gone, replaced by the deep, blue ripples of the Siberian water.

I sat on the shore, wondering if the pack was still out there, watching from the shadows of the pines. I realized then that the “law of the wild” wasn’t just about killing; it was about a balance I had never understood. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small piece of dried meat, leaving it on a flat stone near the water’s edge. It was a small gesture, but in the silence of the forest, it felt like a conversation.

But as I turned to leave, I noticed something caught in the bushes near the shoreline—something that hadn’t been there before.