Nose Nudging the Big Big Wolf in the Mojave Desert, California
Celebrated nature writer Aldo Leopold once said, “to look into the eyes of a wolf is to see your own soul." Nose to wet muzzle, chest to furry chest, you can sit in the muddied den at the Wolf Mountain Sanctuary with your arms wrapped around the creature of the mythic American West—the Big Bad Wolf. And when the wolf holds your gaze, with nothing—neither steel fences nor false fables—separating you from it, perhaps the amber around his pupils will awaken a yearning, the black pupil a forgotten darkness, the gold glint a stagnating wilderness. Then, as you watch the animal's retreating form, hope that the renewed feelings will linger as long as the wolf's howl.