“In a heartbeat my senses prickled and came fully alive. Nothing more then a visual whisper, some sleek and nimble creature weaved an agile path on the steep embankment. Afraid of being noticed I planted my feet to the earth, yet I was certain the "thump THUMP" of my heart had already betrayed my presence.”

"I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would mean hunters' paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view."