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The Spirit of the Wolf

  By Anne Spackman

  Copyright 2014 by Anne Spackman

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  A sea bird called overhead, some kind of gull or tern.

  Bitterly cold weather had struck Alaska that spring. There were no flowers yet, even though there usually were by this time of the year.

  Young Bryan Foster was out on a hike in Denali State Park. Bryan liked the outdoors very much, and was a hardy young man used to hiking rugged terrain, though he came from New York—well, initially Pennsylvania. Bryan took care to be well-equipped on his hikes. He wore good hiking gear, sturdy boots, and a rainproof jacket before he went out. He had a big backpack with everything he needed in it—including water bottle, Swiss army knife, and food. He always came prepared.

  The skies threatened rain suddenly as Bryan was walking the trail in Denali State Park. After a while, during which time no rain came, Bryan decided to continue, undaunted by the stormy skies. He decided to take the chance that it would stay fair for a few hours.

  So far in Alaska, Bryan had seen moose in the forest, but no signs of any bears—thankfully. Bryan had visited a reservation of the Inuit People of Alaska and had seen seals that the Inuit hunted for food and furs. Bryan had spent 5 days so far touring Alaska, but unfortunately hadn’t been able to go on the glaciers because of bad weather.

  Bryan was enjoying his vacation to Alaska, and things had relatively gone as planned so far.

  Then, after an hour or so hiking, Bryan stopped when he heard a sudden noise in the distance. Could it be a wolf, or some other animal? Bryan went to look, taking several steps off the trail. There, in the undergrowth, was a tiny wolf pup, shivering only a little, and making plaintive noises, as though it was hungry, and there was no sign of any other living creature, not even the pup’s mother.

  The wolf pup looked up to Bryan and whimpered.

  Bryan was immediately concerned for it. The pup seemed abandoned. Bryan almost didn’t want to touch the wild animal, though, since it could be dangerous. But the poor little guy was so weak, Bryan noticed. So he pulled out his cell phone and called the Denali State Park Rangers to notify them of the orphaned wolf pup.

  “Hi, my name is Bryan Foster.” Bryan said.

  “Who?”

  “Bryan Foster, and I’m hiking on a trail in Denali State Park. Look, I’ve found a wolf pup out here—he can’t be very old. He looks hungry, too. I don’t see any sign of the pup’s mother. Poor little guy seems awfully thin and scrawny.”

  “Hang on, Mr. Foster, and we’ll send someone to investigate. Where are you?”

  “I’m about two and a half miles down the Kasugi Ridge Trail.”

  “Thanks, we’ll be there as soon as possible.”

  So, Bryan waited with the pup for nearly an hour. He talked to the wolf pup to keep the little pup company, but the wolf pup never moved. He just looked at Bryan, and stayed at a safe distance away from him. But he watched Bryan closely, and if Bryan moved a little, the pup reacted.

  Then finally, a couple of people showed up on the trail. They wore uniforms and had gloves on to protect their skin from any disease that the pup might have.

  “We’ll take it from here. Thanks for the call. Mr. Foster, I presume?”

  “That’s me,” said Bryan. “I don’t think he can move very fast. He’s weak.”

  “From the looks of him, he’s not been fed in a while. No telling what happened to the mother—or the other pups, assuming he’s part of a litter. Maybe he wandered off. We’ll handle it. Thank you for the call.”

  Bryan nodded, and watched while the two men took care of the wolf pup. He then decided to continue on down the trail.

  * * *

  Two years later, Bryan was back in Manhattan working on an advertising project. He had been working late into the night and decided to go out abruptly for a drink.

  He headed outside and got onto the subway for Bleecker Street to a bar he liked.

  “A whisky, please,” he shouted to the bartender as he sat on a stool in front of the bar. The music in the bar was really loud.

  That was where he met his future girlfriend that night. Her name was Jane. Jane came in, looking disheveled, and sat down on the bar stool a few seats up from him. Jane looked upset by something. He didn’t know why it bothered him that she looked so upset. She wasn’t gorgeous, just pretty, but had an appealing aura, as it were—hard to say exactly why it was he was attracted to her, but he was. Maybe it was because she was confident.

  “Cosmo,” she said, putting down twelve dollars for the drink. She sighed deeply. He got up and approached her.

  “You are having a day,” he commented loudly to her.

  “Does it show?” she laughed. “Yes. I had a terrible day. Work was—well you can guess. And I have an early meeting tomorrow. But, I guess I can sleep this week-end.”

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to give you my card. I hope you’ll call. I could be the one, you know,” he laughed.

  She looked hard at him, with a kind of puzzled look. “Could be.”

  That was how it began. He ended up being a considerate boyfriend, but was not madly in love with her. He liked her, though, and liked to spend time with her. And she had qualities he admired.

  Then one night, Bryan wanted to plan a trip together back to Alaska. Jane didn’t want to go at first. Then, she agreed that a three-day holiday, plus two travel days, would be all right.

  They arrived in Denali, Alaska the second day. That was when he heard the wolf’s call again. Bryan and Jane were talking, walking along the trail, when the wolf darted into their path. Bryan looked it dead in the eye, and the wolf stared back, with its intense glare that affected Bryan deeply for some reason.

  “He’s a beauty,” said Jane.

  “We’d better go back,” said Bryan, remembering the wolf pup he had helped to rescue before. “I don’t know how safe the trail may be this late.”

  So they turned around. Bryan got a strange idea that this was somehow an omen.

  * * *

  Two years later, Bryan married Jane. They went to Vancouver for their honeymoon. While in Canada, they decided to go hiking. And it was on the trail that they saw a wolf once more—this time a young lone wolf in the forest, trotting alongside the trail. Bryan was stunned—this was his third encounter with a wolf. It had to mean something.

  The next day Jane made an announcement. “I’m pregnant, John,” she said. “I’m pretty sure. It’s been 6 weeks, I think.”

  John was excited. “Oh, sweetheart, that is wonderful news!” And they celebrated that night; they even toasted with some champagne, since it shouldn’t affect the baby this early in the pregnancy.

  But, John had a strange dream that night. He dreamed he was a wolf, walking in the forest, hunting. He woke up with a start, but he knew that the dream was not meaningless.

  * * *

  Young John turned fifteen that year. He was quiet, studious, and loved nature and forest green—his entire room was decorated in forest green. His nickname was J.D. for his middle name, Damian, and he could be sarcastic to everyone. He made his father laugh at times.

  J.D. liked his room to be tidy and loved school and sports—lacrosse was his favorite sport, but he liked baseball and running as well. His favorite books were history books, and he loved reading late at night, and doing sit-ups in the morning. He liked fishing with his Dad, but only liked to eat certain kinds, be they cooked on the trail, or brought home to Mom. J.D. and John caught loads of fish on trips up East to Massachusetts or Maine over the years.

  J.D. loved to wear khaki pants with loads of poc
kets. He was often barefoot or wearing sandals, and if not, then he wore hiking boots or black leather ones. His favorite music was classical guitar, rock, and he liked a little heavy metal, though he didn’t have much time to listen to music—J.D. was outdoors more than indoors, and he liked the sounds of nature, so he never played music out of doors.

  J.D. found his father’s tree and flower guide books, and had all of the tree leaves and barks learned, and some of the flowers and local plants—just so he would be able to identify them. And he learned a little about the rocks as well, but never seemed to remember which ones were which. Science was interesting, but J.D.’s memory was selective, and he just wasn’t interested in everything.

  One day, J.D. was hiking outside their Pennsylvania house when he felt something sting him—he looked down, and saw a small snake slithering side to side. It was a copperhead.

  J.D. hurried back to the house, since he hadn’t brought his cell phone. He came in and called 911 since no one was home but him. An ambulance came to the door, and he went to the emergency room for treatment.

  In the end, he was all right, just a little stunned by what had happened.

  Being stung by the snake didn’t deter him after that day, though, not in any way. He still loved the outdoors, and didn’t worry much. Chances were he wouldn’t get bitten again.

  * * *

  J.D. was looking at a poster in the art store when his Dad came by. They had gone to New York City for an afternoon for J.D. to go shopping, and he wanted to go to an art store for supplies, since he liked to sketch.

  “It’s a timber wolf,” said J.D., half in awe.

  “It certainly is,” agreed his Dad, remembering the wolf pup he’d seen in Denali.

  “I’m getting it,” said J.D. “Can we get it framed?”

  “We can,” said his father. J.D. had the poster framed later and he and his Dad put it on his wall. J.D. loved to stare at the wolf, into its eyes. They were intense, and J.D. liked that.

  It was nearing J.D.’s sixteenth birthday when he and his father got into their sailboat and it capsized. John was injured, and had to be treated for a neck injury, but was relatively all right, and J.D. had been unharmed. But J.D. worried about his Dad and started doing everything he could to make sure his Dad was all right.

  “What’s for dinner, Mom?” asked J.D., who had volunteered to cook and help out, out of concern for his Dad.

  “Lobster casserole, potatoes, and vegetables,” said Jane. “Don’t worry, darling, I can do it. Just go study.”

  J.D. went upstairs and into his room and closed the door. He was in love with a girl at school and having a hard time concentrating on studies these days. But he had a lot of tests coming up, and wanted to do well, so he sat down and opened a book to read. He fell asleep until his Mom called him for dinner.

  “I’m much better today,” said John. “And I have an announcement.”

  “All right,” said J.D. “Don’t hold us in suspense.” He took a bite and waited.

  “We’re going to Juneau, Alaska, on holiday this summer.”

  “Alaska?” said J.D. “Sounds fine by me. Why?”

  “Just thought you’d like to see it. I went, years ago. Saw a real wolf pup and helped rescue it.”

  “Wow, Dad, I’d love to see one.”

  “Can’t guarantee you will, but I think we’ll have a good time.”

  * * *

  The trip to Alaska was special, since John got to see again a few places he had been, but his wife Jane and son J.D. had never been, so that made the trip even more special. J.D. had an adventurous spirit, and loved cold weather, mountains, rock climbing, and the wilderness. They even camped one night—Jane managed to rough it with them, at a camping ground near Denali. They never saw a wolf, but they did see animals and read about them in the tourist centers.

  Then, when the family returned home to Pennsylvania, John was again feeling pain in his neck from all the hiking they had done, and J.D. was worried about him.

  “Dad,” said J.D., coming into his father’s study. “Is there anything I can do?”

  “No, son, the injury will just take time to heal. I’ll be all right—Dr. Kim said there was no injury to the spine. So I just need to take it easy for a while.”

  “All right, Dad,” said J.D. And John was at that moment so proud to have him as a son. J.D. had a good conscience, and cared so much for other people, and for the world.

  John’s eyes misted as J.D. was leaving. He never saw his father cry.

  The end.