Once There Were Wolves

There is cruelty to survive, to fight against, but there is gentleness more than anything, our roots deep and entangled.

You don’t have to be a victim to care,” she says. “You just have to have empathy in bucket loads.”

A grin split her face. “It’s wolves, baby. Fucking wolves.” And

The first pair of wolves to mate in Scotland in hundreds of years.

Because I wanted a career, and he didn’t want to leave his forest.

logger-turned-forest-dwelling-naturalist father
to city-bound-gritty-crime-detective mother.

“It’s a threatened species now. Ninety-nine percent of old-growth Douglas firs have been cut down. Which makes this one of the last of its kind.”

the steep ravine

wolf pen, the one

A carpet of snow reaches up for the moon, glowing for her. Naked trees cast in silver.