Never Cry Wolf Page #2

that are completely unexpected.

Get a grip on yourself.

Section 3C of my instructions

reads as follows:

"You will proceed immediately, by means

of canoe and utilizing local waterways,

to establish a base camp."

Section 4:
"You will note

that you have been provided

with the following material requirements."

"Food supplies, sufficient

until local sources can be utilized."

"Various appropriate requisition forms,

documents and vouchers."

"And all technical equipment

pertinent to the completion of the study."

Ooh! Eeh!

Hey!

March 23. 5 am.

First report from Project Lupine.

Spent the night in a crate.

At daylight I'll try to get off the ice.

But I'd like to go on record as stating

that those who planned this expedition

made significant misc...

...made significant miscalculations,

staggeringly incompetent...

Hello.

Uh...

Excuse me, You sort of...

Could you give me a hand

with some of this equipment, I wonder?

Ya!

I have a lot of equipment here.

I really can't leave it. If you could...

Hello?

Ootek.

Ootek?

Ootek?

There are problems recording the events

of the past day or days.

The man has disappeared, although

his face remains vivid in my mind.

I've decided to stay here

until I get my bearings

and I've sorted out what constitutes reality.

April 1.

Temperatures soaring

to 41 degrees Fahrenheit.

For the first time in three days

I emerge from my sleeping bag

and begin trying to do my job.

So far I've collected

the following specimens:

five baby mice, one millipede

and something that looks

suspiciously like fleas.

My instructions are to track down

a specimen of Canis lupus,

dispatch it with a rifle

and examine the contents of its stomach.

April 16.

Warm days bring

a kind of peace and stillness.

If there are any remaining fears,

they stem only from the recognition

of my own staggering insignificance.

May 3. In pursuit of phantoms.

I hear them every night, have seen

their tracks and collected their scat.

So they must be real.

Agh!

Canis lupus arcticus.

The largest and rarest of the wolf species.

And its den.

The rules of the game are to choose

an observation post downwind,

out of the animal's field of vision,

gain your position and maintain it

without ever revealing your presence.

Outmaneuvered on all counts,

I opt to change the rules.

Reasoning that we're suspicious

of what we don't understand.

I decide to reveal

as much as possible about myself,

make a display.

I haven't seen the wolf in two days.

I know I was violating the distance

principle, moving so far into his territory.

But since he hadn't seemed afraid of me,

I hoped that I could...

I didn't take it personally.

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