Still, same difference. Today, there is one less wolf in the wild, one less mother for a pack of pups, and one less adult helping this pack survive. Depressing.
For the last two months, as Mama Loba outran and outsmarted the government trappers, our hearts and hopes ran with her. Today, we sit with her in her certain despair, separated from her mate and her children, in the company of human strangers, caged and confused. We know she is suffering, and we suffer knowing this.
"We have doomed the Wolf not for what it is, but for what we have deliberately and mistakenly perceived it to be..the mythologized epitome of a savage, ruthless killer..which is, in reality no more than a reflexed images of ourself." -Farley MowatIndeed. We hate the wolf for her killing, for her hungers and instincts. We strip her of her powers so that we can be the ones who do the killing, eat the cows, and assert control over the landscape. At least the wolf does what she needs to do to survive; we do it simply for dominion and because we like the taste of beef. Who's the savage?
Mama Loba, we're so sorry. Unbearably sorry.