source: Canadian Timber Wolf by Rudy in Ottawa on Flickr

"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 lonel, a tearing, a holwing, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strenth that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here." To say "I am." 

- O.R. Melling

(via: goodreads)