The wolf raised his head slightly. His nose had detected something foreign in the air. Water dripped from the exposed fang. The fresh carcass drug to the hole lay on the flat to the left. Three wolves now crept between the watering hole and the flat. To eat meant to fight. As the first aggressor strode forward, the wolf put his head down again toward the water. Then in a flash he was on the aggressor's back and in the same motion pushed him into the tree stunning him. The companions dove at the same time. Crouching low, the wolf was able to gain the advantage and managed to sink his teeth cleanly into a hind leg. Yowling the wolf limped off to lick his wound. Now it was a one on one battle. Seeing his companions down left the third wolf uncertain and it was that weakness that was exploited. A slash to the jaw and the battle was over. Without glancing back, the wolf picked up his kill and trotted toward his home secure in the knowledge that he would not be followed.

Strength comes, not from numbers, but from singular determination.

Here's to a quick Wednesday into the holiday.