We had an interesting “wolf event” towards the end of January. The wolves started howling early in the evening (and it was neither a full moon, nor a clear night), kept going all night, and only stopped sometime after dawn the next morning. Poor Brennan didn’t know whether to be eager or frightened by all this. I’m not sure what was up with the wolves. At first, I thought they might be gathering for a pack hunt, especially after the cold spell that we’d just been through, which may have left them hungry. But the howling went on for a long, long time, and was mostly concentrated in one location across the inlet from us. Now I’m wondering if one of the pack members was killed or had died, and what we heard was pack mourning. In any case, very strange!
Wolves on My Mind
