GrayWolf reintroduction 1500 crop

the slaughter of our wolves (a little less action, a little more conversation)

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. [Continue reading]