No Close Encounters Of The Wolf Kind
After supper, Marcus the main guide from Wild Sweden, tried to call the wolves, who were undoubtedly in the area, as they had left their calling card.
He tried first on a rock by the lake, but despite it being a clear still night, he got no response to his calls.
My walking must be getting better, as I was able to negotiate the track back to the minibus with the light of the head torches of others.
Then he tried three more times at other places.
The last time was almost surreal, as there was a flashing orange light on a mast about a kilometre away and we were watching and listening intently under another magnificent sky, whilst Marcus did his best wolf impressions. Any aliens from wherever, who’d encountered us, would have thought it all very strange.
Perhaps, the wolves had moved on?
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