Napoleon shook his head. "The cold," he said sagely. "Wolves don't hunt when the temperature gets below freezing."
Illya looked at him in amazement. "You're thinking of rattlesnakes. Wolves just get more active when it's cold. I remember when I was a little boy in Siberia, being chased by a pack of wolves all the way from Yakutsk to Kirensk in the middle of winter—and the temperature was about forty degrees below zero."
"Oh, come on," said Napoleon. "It's seven hundred and fifty miles from Yakutsk to Kirensk."
Illya shrugged. "Well, we were on a train...."
"And the wolves chased you at sixty miles an hour for seven hundred and fifty miles?"
"Twenty-five miles an hour—this was the Trans-Siberian Railway. And I don't know if they were the same wolves all the way; maybe they ran in shifts and slept in the baggage car."
Napoleon gave up and started laughing. "Never mind," he said. "Besides, the last time you mentioned it, you were a little boy in the Ukraine."
"We moved around a lot."
— The Vampire Affair (#6) by David McDaniel