To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they wh...
You can't really know what you are made of until you are tested.
Hope burns eternal in the human heart.
Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?