Chapter 22
Kim sat on the verandah of Wolf Hall. For the second time that day she was left open-mouthed. ‘Dingoes? Your plan is dingoes?’
‘Hear me out. Do you know what a trophic cascade is?’
A trivia night question that she couldn’t remember the answer to.
He ran his fingers through his hair and tried again. ‘Have you heard of the wolves of Yellowstone?’
‘No.’ He wasn’t making any sense. ‘What have wolves got to do with anything?’
Taj laced his fingers together. She’d never seen him so tense. ‘In the 1930s,’ he said, ‘wolves were wiped out from Yellowstone National Park.’
‘That’s sad, but how is it relevant?’
He held up his hand. ‘Elk and deer populations exploded. They ate the grasslands down to nothing, ringbarked trees, killed the young cottonwood and aspens . . . ’
‘Go on.’
