The wolf had come from afar. The Aravah area, to be exact, dozens of miles away. It was possible that the camels, the horse, Barbara the dog, maybe the cat had seen it. Maybe they had chased it off. No human saw this wolf, but Adel Walidie knows its story. He holds in his fingers a dry, crumbling dropping. From it he can tell that a wolf visited, that it was there a few days before, that it came from the Aravah. The wolf had eaten dates, and there are…
