One day, after work... I took the wolves out for our evening run.
They fanned out as usual, and ran past a jackrabbit who had frozen at their approach. I was behind them, as we people do not run as fast as wolves...
When that jackrabbit began to run, I noticed &, the wolves, far past the jackrabbit, immediately turned and converged. Not one hair nor drop of blood reached the ground.
They came to me for approval. I of course petted and gently bit a few bloody muzzles to show my pride in them working as a pack. I wonder to this day if they read my mind or reacted to my body language even though I was nearly 60 yards behind them.
Last Edit: Jun 6, 2013 21:25:07 GMT -5 by lamudbug