The Sound that Steals Your Breath
Spotting scopes out, pointed the same direction. “Do you see her? Is the scope still focused on her?” People clutter the road and bustle around spotting scopes and binoculars to glimpse the black wolf trotting above the frosty river. Cars drive slowly past us and the people inside stare out across the valley. The guide in me watches the cars, watches my people to make sure they don’t get hit by distracted drivers. The most dangerous of wildlife in this park. But I am drawn in