..."for the strength of the Pack is the Wolf and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack..."
Rudyard Kipling
Most people think I'm crazy for loving the wolf so much. In their minds the wolf steals little children from the bustop and off the front lawn. I try to tell them that it's simply not true...but I know none of them listen too me. The wolf represents a free-spirit too me. Maybe that's why I love it so much. People have such a twisted view of the wolf that sometimes it makes me sick. A healthy wolf has never killed a single human...ever... And yet nobody listens too me. None of my friends listen to me and maybe that's why I spend most of my time on the net...trying to find people that feel the same way I do. It just makes me sad that people can kill an animal, and they kill it based on myth and not fact. I know that I'm only one person out of billions and by myself there's not much I can do. That's why I try to find more people like me. I don't lose much sleep over the thought that tomorrow all the wolves could be wiped out because I know I need to be strong and educate others about the wolf and why we should save it. After all...who are we to say that one species doesn't have the right to live? Everything on this Earth is here for a reason. If people took time out of their lives to learn about the wolf maybe we can save it from extinction. We all have to remember that extinction is forever, endangered means there's still time.
