Okay back from a short break, the flow is too powerful to fight and thus I resume activities on the Mahaloness blog. I have been writing predominately about a river journey, down the majestic Athabasca, where I found myself with Ania and a film crew, all us accompanied by the Grand Rapids Wilderness Adventure crew, you know who you are, and that brings me to my next point. For the next portion of the story I am turning into a wolf, yes that’s right a wolf, probably one of the most misunderstood and most often mistreated species in our next of the woods here in Canada. It is also my totem animal so I though it’d be fun to attempt to write from a wolf’s perspective, not that I know what that is, and therefore the rest of the story, for now, is fictional. A lot of things happened on our short and condensed trip to this region, and honestly there are some details I just do not really want to include for reasons I am going to not explain, maybe another time….
So the story proceeds, a river journey as seen and told by the wolf, I hope you like.
I am a lone wolf, I will remain nameless, except for the fact that I am a wolf. Here I find myself in new territory, even though a striking resemblance brings me back to a place where I spent my youth, once upon a time in a place similar to this, where I discovered the explorer in me, and I also knew I was alone in this concept of self, and by this I mean my family saw the distant look in my eye, they gave me everything one could want to keep me near, but it was not enough. I just wanted to roam the hills, led by my unwavering curiosity, my nose to the ground, so to speak. I am a wandering nomadic, a ghost wolf of sorts, if there were such a thing. Earlier today I was down near the the river’s edge, sniffing the scents of the local wolf pack and other animals, and if given the opportunity I would eat. I hear a sound coming. I don’t really know what it is, it’s loud and it’s definitely coming this way. A doe I have been tracking hears it too and darts off, I slowly edge back and find a safe place where I will remain still, silent. There is a distinctive scent that arrives just after the sound, it smells like a few places around here, a scent I only know as something that comes from below the ground, though the smell in the air is an alteration of the smell from the ground. I look out to the river and around a bend a strange object comes. I watch just behind the first few rows of trees. I can hear a loud roar and the faint sounds of what can only be humans. Its easy to spot humans, they are loud, they are smelly, and when they come I have learned to stay still in a safe spot where I can be invisible and observe. There are many, I don’t know exactly how many. I decide to follow in their direction, my curiosity replacing my appetite, this ought to be interesting…..