By Douglas W. Smith
Every year I sit alone with a wolf. The wolf doesn’t agree to this, as I catch it as part of a research program on wolves in Yellowstone National Park.
The wolf is sedated, but we still sit together, alone, looking out at the great park.I cherish these moments. The quiet beauty all around and the wolf’s presence; it almost seems as if the wolf is talking to me. A look into wolf eyes will make you think deeply about life. The incessant, drowning-out noise of humanity gets turned off. I strain to understand what this life might be like. One time, when others were boarding the helicopter to fly out, leaving me alone with a wolf, I said: “If you don’t come back it’s okay. Leave me here forever with the wolf.”