After Their First Hunt
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"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 Mowat, Never Cry Wolf
These six-week-old Arctic wolf pups join their mom in a bonding howl after witnessing their first successful hunt. Ellesmere Island.
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"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 Mowat, Never Cry Wolf
These six-week-old Arctic wolf pups join their mom in a bonding howl after witnessing their first successful hunt. Ellesmere Island.
"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 Mowat, Never Cry Wolf
These six-week-old Arctic wolf pups join their mom in a bonding howl after witnessing their first successful hunt. Ellesmere Island.
"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 Mowat, Never Cry Wolf