Quote: "In the summers there is one
visitor... a great, gloriously coated wolf, like, and yet unlike, all other wolves.
He crosses alone from the smiling timber land and comes down into an open space among
the trees... he muses for a time, howling once, long and mournfully, ere he departs.
But he is not always alone. When the long winter nights come on and the wolves follow
their meat into the lower valleys, he may be seen running at the head of the pack
through the pale moonlight or glimmering borealis, leaping gigantic above his fellows,
his great throat a-bellow as he sings a song of the younger world, which is the song
of the pack." Source: The Call of the Wild by Jack London
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