"I said, "Gordo. Gordo. His wolf. He gave me his wolf. The stone wolf." Gordo smiled sadly. "I figured he did. When he came to see you?" I shook my head. "The day after I met him. When he was ten. I didn't know what it meant. They said I had a choice." And there it was. That look on his face. That fear. He said, "Even then?" I said, "Even then," and of course, "Gordo. Gordo," because a realization struck me and I was so fucking blind. "Yeah, Ox." "Did...?" I almost stopped. But then, "Mark did. Didn't he? Gave you his wolf." The tattoos on his arms flared briefly as he hung his head. I rubbed my hand through his hair. It was getting long. I needed to remind him to get it cut. He'd forget so many things if I didn't tell him. He said, "Yeah. Yes." He coughed. "He did. And I gave it back." WE"