I'm not a big 'wolf person' but I was just watching a documentary on Yellowstone and the beautiful wolves reminded me of my one encounter with a wild wolf.

In my area the strain of wolves we had(they're offically extinct now, the shutting down of the Wolf Research Centre was the death knell for wolves here. I was lucky though that my father knew one of the researchers who lived in the compound the wolves from pups to adulthood. So I got to visit there and see the wolves and the researchers. I was little kid than, but I remember it. The only 'wolves' left are so crossbred with ferral dogs and coyotes, an alien species they just aren't wolves anymore.) well the strain of wolves were described as being almost always white.
They were like a subsubspecies of Eastern grey wolf, like our Caribou and moose were subsubspecies of the Eastern Woodland Caribou and Eastern Woodland moose. Like unique strains.

Anyways I grew up in a super rural area. So I was walking to my best friend's house, she lived in Broad River and I lived in Summerville. Though her family's house was the only house in Broad River. *L* It was a village of one family. My village had around 100 people.

Anyways I was kind of messing around in the woods and the area in no real hurry. I was lucky to learn as child from my father who learned alot from Mi'kmaq friends of his about the woods in my area and how to be safe in it and stay in it. And so I speant a lot of time as kid in the woods. Anyways I was at a spot near her house around where the mill had been a couple generations ago. I froze because I felt something looking at me, you know that feeling left over in our instincts. I turned and looked into the face of the most beautiful wolf. She/he wasn't pure white she was like a pure cream colour, like white with cream tipped fur and with yellow eyes. 15 years later I still remember it like a photograph in my head. That clear. Just looking into the face of this wolf, I could have been looking into another person's eyes. And remember how sad she looked. Just the sadest eyes. Like she knew she was one of the last. That she had no where left to go. Even this place was being modernised, developed by foreign landonwers. I go back to where I grew up now but it's not the same place. Too many houses, too many ATVs and four wheelers instead of horses, the forest that I could stand and watch the snow fall or just look in a circle and not see any sign of people are chopped up to turn the road into a main highway. The dirt roads are paved and built up. The little school I went to wher a class might have 7 people is replaced. It's just not the place I loved. It actually kind of makes me sad to go there now.

There's certainly no wolves now. They're offically considered extant now- extinct from this part of their former range.

I dunno why I wanted to share that. I guess just felt like it after seeing the wolves in Yellowstone. It reminded me of it and it's such a vivid memory I have. The connection I felt seeing the face of the wolf. I hadn't felt like that again until the first time I stared into the beautiful brown eyes of a living, breathing Sable Antelope.