LONE WOLF

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Every fall the Pacific Northwest Coast is braced for cooling winds carrying the hair raising, mournful howls of the mysterious Sea Wolf. Our local lone wolf, Spot, was made nearly invisible by the dull gray morning light when I last saw her cautiously crossing my forested path – emerging imperceptibly from the thick fog on the coastal trail I hike every morning. She had recently lost her pack and was wandering ever closer to humans. Rumour has it that she was searching for a new pack to join. A recluse myself, it’s sometimes hard to reconcile the need for connection and community. Like Spot, I often find myself emerging from the fog on the outskirts of community – seeking a safe place to call family and home. After all, it’s no fun to howl at the moon by yourself.