walking through the trees to find a forest, moist moss padded paths, raised roots hardly hidden to tempt you to go off the trail, into the friendly ferns, where rabbits race away, while you find the cagey coyotes, then stooping under a fallen giant slippery log, to glimpse the fleet foxes, flashing tails, to find the lone wolf's footprints following you stalking you no sight no sound invisible... for you hope, not to see the teeth, and especially not the eyes.
Worked all day in the woods, for a BC forestry company and at the end of it, a very long day crossed wolf prints at several places, one set of prints several time to realize this wolf had followed the three of us almost all day, none of us saw or heard a thing... very large paw prints too!