Living With Wolves
Working at a wolf sanctuary became part of my identity. Leaving the pack was harder than I expected.
Howls ripple across the hillside as I pass beneath the arms of scrubby pinyons and wind-worn junipers. The wolves track me from both sides, fluorescent eyes peering through the dark. Though I know they are behind fences, my heart still races at their stalking silhouettes, claws clicking, fur shifting, guard hairs long and bristling.
Of Wolves and Men
Nikki Kolb is a writer in New Hampshire covering the intersection of wildlife, agriculture, sustainability, and motherhood. She has written for Sierra, Earth Island Journal, Glamour, The Hopper, and The Natural Farmer. Follow her on Twitter (@nikkijkolb) and at www.knowstoneunturned.org.
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