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How Wolves Survive
I brought cookies to my friend Fenris’s home. He put them on the kitchen table. Fenris offered coffee to warm me on this sparse winter day.
“These cookies look delicious!” he said. He took a clumsy bite. “I’ve a story to tell you,” my friend said.
He began eagerly.
“A wolf patrolled the meadow. The powerful animal suffered no natural predators. It took what it wanted. It saw a deer and took it down. The wolf fed on it for days,” my friend said.
“It caught a raccoon. That lasted a day. It deemed the elk not too dangerous, just too big. The wolf avoided it. One day the elk grew old. The wolf took that down, too. The wolf ate the elk for a week, fending off scavengers, who sometimes fell to the wolf’s attacks.”
“The wolf killed only for sustenance,” my friend said. “Never for sport. It passed a deer one day, and killed the same deer the next. It wasn’t about ruling the meadow. It was about sustenance,” he said.
A woman entered the kitchen.
“Hi, I’m E.M., Fen’s sister,” she said.
“I’m Paul. Nice to meet you, E.M.,” I said.
“Paul! Fen mentioned you! I’ll see you later,” she said.
E.M. grabbed a cookie and disappeared into another part of the house.
