One wolf, close to black with a lighter gray patch on his face, lay nearly touching her.

The gut-stabbed wolf twitched at his feet and lay still.

Beyond Gorilla Habitat, a gray wolf lay dead on the path.

The second wolf lay sprawled behind him, its head nearly severed from its neck.

Between them, the dead wolf lay on the lab floor.

He could tell you that wolves lay eggs and you would believe him.

A few wolves lay at its edges, either dead or wisely deciding to make no move.

The wolf, quite unnoticed, had gone to him and laid her head in his lap.

Then the wolf laid her ears back and growled warningly.

The wolf had come over and laid her chin in his lap.