In a matter of minutes we were airborne, zooming across the treetops. Tom circled around the cabin to change our direction, affording me a bird"s eye view of what had been my home these past several months. We passed over a rocky crag, and once again Tom circled. Flying a little lower this time, he pointed out a family of wolves. There appeared to be three adults, two males and one female. A couple of cubs were rolling playfully with each other. As we hovered above them, the female chased the cubs into the crevice of a large rock. She stood in front of the den and stared up at us. She had the same torn ear as the wolf I encountered with the caribou.
“Oh, Sean … look. It"s my wolf. The one we talked about.” The wolf and I stared at each other. I doubt she knew it was me, but I felt like we
