Wolves of the Hulahula

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On our first morning on the Hulahula, I woke to the sun and the howling of wolves. The day before, close to camp, we had spotted their fresh tracks, prints bigger than my hand.

I noticed that Dave, Chris, and my dad were all facing southwest. Chris had his binoculars out. He let them fall and turned toward me, motioning for me to come forward slowly.

“Just below the ridge,” he said, pointing. “Three of them.”

I held the binoculars to my eyes, and scanned the hillside. Then, I spotted them. A trio of wolves throwing back their heads, their bodies curved like crescent moons. They were calling to one another. The sound rolled through the valley.

For fifteen minutes, we stood at the base of the hill just listening, thrilled.

The conservationist Aldo Leopold once wrote, “Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of a wolf.”

I will never be a mountain.

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2 thoughts on “Wolves of the Hulahula”

  1. Wolf? WOLVES?
    Ho hum. We hear them every night-across the street in the Lincoln Park Zoo.
    One of them is named Virginia-Who’s afraid of her?

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