“Somewhere to the eastward a wolf howled; lightly, questioningly. I knew the voice, for I had heard it many times before. It was George, sounding the wasteland for an echo from the missing members of his family. But for me it was a voice which spoke of the lost world which once was ours before we chose the alien role; a world which I had glimpsed and almost entered . . . only to be excluded, at the end, by my own self.” – Farley Mowatt, Never Cry Wolf
I have expanded the piece concerning the ongoing slaughter of the wolves that was originally posted here and published it as “the slaughter of wolves (a never-ending story).” Best be there to read it all.