"A thousand Yellowstone wonders are calling, 'Look up and down and round about you!'" John Muir -1898, (who worked to preserve wilderness in America)

The men spread out, their rifles slung over their shoulders.
They were all following orders; seek out and kill every single one of the wolves of Yellowstone park.
The wolves, much to the tourists’ approval, were disappearing at an alarming rate.
One by one, they were hunted, and killed, not always humanely.
Then one day, no one could find any wolves to shoot.
The men turned in, in the late afternoon; they were to continue the search tomorrow.
Young White fang hid.
Watching the two-legs cull his family was all but he could do, for he, and all the other wolves in Yellowstone park, did not possess the power to stop them.
His only hope was to hide.
In the morning, the men set out on a hunt for the last wolf, the last wild wolf to roam Yellowstone Park.
They set traps, they searched and searched, they waited in ambush, but no wolves passed their way.
They were just about to turn in, when they heard a howl.
Poor White fang was lonely, he needed his pack, so he decided to call them.
The humans heard them, and a tracker answered back White fang’s howl, with a howl of his own, an imitation of a wolves.
White fang heard this howl, and set off in the direction where his ally was supposed to be.
He ran for a while, then stopped to howl.
There was a pause, complete silence besides the wind blowing the snow off the trees.
Then, a howl responded.
White fang set off again.
He came to a clearing, it was full of the scent of the two-legs, but his ally may have needed help.
Boldly, he stepped forward.
He saw s a carcass, he went over to investigate.
He sniffed around, and found a weird object, the carcass was inside the object.
This was when he noticed how hungry he was.
He hesitated, then slinked into the cage, almost immediately, the cage door came crashing down, a few millimeters short of his tail.
He struggled, but no matter what he tried, he could not get free.
The humans came out from their hidey-holes, and saw with glee, that they had caught the wolf.
They poked and jeered at the wolf, stabbing him with a stick, until he bled.
All the while, White fang was crying.
Those men never showed any mercy, never showed any remorse.
Then a man held his arm up, he must have been the leader, for the humans ceased their taunting, and looked at him expectantly.
The leader held up his rifle, and with a loud CRACK, White fang, the last wolf in Yellowstone park, stopped breathing.
The wolves had gone, and with them, the spirit of the wolf.
Many a thing happened in response to the wolves absence.
The deer could relax; they were never on the run anymore, so they ate all the new saplings near the bank of the river, for they could afford to be picky about what they ate.
This caused erosion.
The missing plants, made the river sick.
She had no nutrients, which the plants had always provided, up until now.
Her inhabitants needed the plants to spawn, so many species died off.
Ecologists noticed this change, they studied into it, and realized, that the absence of the wolves, was killing the land.
Then one day, someone smart, suggested that they re-introduce wolves into Yellowstone national park.
Several dozen wolves were captured in Canada and turned loose in Yellowstone In March 1995.
The wolves thrived well.
There are a few hundred wolves now, there are fourteen packs.
And the land, has never been healthier, because the deer are too preoccupied to eat the saplings, and the erosion has ceased, and the river got her nutrients along with her beautiful inhabitants.

By AMR

Note: besides the quote, all the characters in this story are fictional, although, this is a true event)