Excerpt from Fumious Rex: The Outcast Cat

And then Fumous saw them — nice huge gray wolves galloping toward the pine tree where he and Ruth were hiding. When they reached the bottom of the tree, the leader of the pack, who was also the largest wolf, stopped. The rest of the pack stopped, too, and began to drink from the Nurturing Nature Center pond while the leader stood guard, inspecting the clearing around the pine tree with blazing yellow eyes. He was just six feet below Ruth and Fumious, and his gaze looked sharp enough to spy an ant a mile away. “Hurry, my brothers,” he growled, “or we won’t reach the Northern Territory tonight!”

“Rooo, rooo, rooo!” the eight smaller wolves howled, in perfect agreement.

Fumious saw that he’d crawled too far out on the tree limb, so he tried to edge slowly and silently backward, but the leader of the pack heard him. He glanced up, fixed Fumious with his great, grand, burning yellow eyes — and grinned!