The Werewolf Experience by Brandy Corvin

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The Werewolf Experience

(Brandy Corvin)


The Werewolf Experience

I simply can't believe my luck.

The two most elusive wolves at Yellowstone National Park are right in my sight! I gasp in pleasant surprise, watching the both of them tread gracefully on the forest floor like their own backyard. Raising my long range lens, I quickly adjust the shutter speed and aperture settings on my Canon D10 before pressing the 'shoot' button.

An audible click is music to my ears. I glance eagerly at the digital screen, devouring the image I had just shot with my hungry eyes. The two wolves magnificently in motion splashed over the LCD bring a smile to my face. It's perfect, just perfect.

I'm on a research trip along with my professor and two other students from the University of Montana studying zoology and word has it that the two wolves that I've now caught on camera are a never before recorded species. Well they are no longer elusive, at least in picture form! Other people may view them as threats to their livestock or dangerous creatures, but I know better than that. They are also highly cooperative creatures that hunt in close-knit packs (much like family) that value loyalty and honor in the pack above all else. I close my eyes, enjoying the moment, fantasizing the glory that came with having a species named after me. Now if only the professor was around to verify my findings...

The male of the wolf pair stares straight at me. His haunting yellow eyes pierce into my soul, sending chills of fear and excitement down my spine. It's obvious that he's seen me taking shots of him. I stay calm, reasoning that if they've been elusive for this long because they've judiciously avoided humans, surely they'll know better and simply take off. Well, at least this gives me the opportunity for more conclusive shots.

My camera clicks away, taking shot after shot of the elusive wolf. It's strange for unlike other species of wolf I've studied this one doesn't even try to hide. It doesn't fear humans like most others as a result of decades of habitat loss and unstoppable poaching, but it's as if it loves the attention I'm giving to it. The wolf is magnificent. I focus on its silvery mane and intense eyes, eyes that tell a tale more epic than your average wolf's.

Suddenly after letting me gorge myself on a buffet of its poses it takes off with its mate, swiftly disappearing deeper into the forest.

"No! Wait!" I call out after it, watching it scamper off.