The wolf shot out of the truck, putting as much distance between him and the humans as he could. The she-wolf emerged more slowly, sniffing the unfamiliar air. As if in recognition of something strangely familiar, she walked curiously but cautiously towards the humans, cocking her head as they sang the ancient song of the wolf from their culture. Pausing just a few metres away, she sat down, threw her head back and howled, joining the song of the people who once lived alongside her own. As the song sank into silence, she stood and quietly trotted off into her new home to make history. The people ...
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