My wolf and I are upset, but there is no surprise: he is not in a herd of sick or crippled animals - easy prey for a pack.

Suddenly we hear a stranger. Wolf. Mother. And he has more power than expected. He sits on the leeward side, also looking at the deer. He has dark, almost black eyes and a gray, rough coat with light tan marks. He notices us too.

We growl: a stranger after all. Dare to enter our domain. The wolf gets up and moves towards us. The tail is not in a hurry to tighten the seasoned one. He doesn’t want to leave either, but...