In 1988, while camping in the Rocky Mountain National Park...we were just below the Timberline. Right after the sun went down, we heard the wolves calling to each other...it sounded like it was from every mountaintop...
...and I went into a deep reverie. I communed with them; I could hear their
language; they have syllables, pulse, meter, rhythm, and I realized the deep intelligence of these beings and that their level of communication approaches ours in complexity and in thought process...
and that memory remains with me to this day.
Wolf is truly a unique being.
