About 10:30 p.m. Malcolm and I took a walk to stretch our legs before retiring for the night. Two nights after the full moon, it gave a fairly strong light through the cloud cover, allowing us to see without flashlights. We rounded the bend in the little road at Diamond Willow and made our way up the small hill, through the dappled shadows, to the lodge.
Malcolm caught the flash of a shadowy something crossing the road, just before the ski trail. The form looked smaller than a deer, larger than a fox, and faster than either of those two. Must be ..... a wolf! Slowly, quietly we crept up to the place where Malcolm thought he saw it dart into the brush beside the ski trail. We peered into the darkness and heard it rustling around as it moved further away from us. It had stopped and waited for someone or something else - probably not us.
We stood in the road, awestruck that we had been so close to a wolf. I looked back down the road toward Diamond Willow, noticing how vivid the shadows appeared on such a cloudy night. Then I saw the second wolf emerge from the woods on the lake side of the road, dart through the open space, and disappear into the safety of the woods on the upper side of the road. It’s shadow was so pronounced that I could see the shagginess of its coat and the bushiness of its tail.
Two wolves roaming the night, possibly sent out by their pack to hunt. For a brief instant we had stood between them, momentarily embedded in the pack.