Once There Were Wolves

There is cruelty to survive, to fight against, but there is gentleness more than anything, our roots deep and entangled.

You don’t have to be a victim to care,” she says. “You just have to have empathy in bucket loads.”

A grin split her face. “It’s wolves, baby. Fucking wolves.” And

And then the ancient forest will go too, all the trees we are trying to save, every effort to rewild Scotland, everything will go.

I think it’s civilization makes us violent.

He may understand some things but he doesn’t know what it feels like to live in that fear.

They’re all women, and all they’re doing, minute by minute, is strategizing how best to survive the man they loved, and that’s not a thing anyone should have to do.”

But, as it turns out, we were the ones who couldn’t be trusted.

His throat is open. All of his blood seems to have come free, onto the snow. All of mine.

“There are languages without words, without voices.