Raising Wolves

This journey began when my husband asked me to go get his jacket from the car. Just as I put my hand on the car door, I saw a small white mound of something lying on his jacket in the passenger seat. In wonderment, I realized that mound was a white Artic wolf pup. That day began a love affair with a white ghost of the Artic.

That same day began our education of what it's like to live with an extremely intelligent, affectionate, and energetic Canis lupus arctos.

I found the acceptance and warm...