Brett Roehr > Quotes

“Once she finished scuffling with her brothers, Arnaaluk yawned, resting her haunches in the grass. As she looked to the rising sun following the short summer night, Kiviaq huddled next to her. The two wolves gazed on the stunning panorama. Closeness beamed over them like the warmth of the sun's rays on a cool morning.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“Once the apparition had vanished, Tulok howled again. A mystery resonated through his howl, causing all who heard to still their thoughts and listen. It was a howl of sadness, demanding understanding, a howl challenging those who heard to reject the myths, tales, hate, and fear, and learn the true nature of the wolf.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“Tulok feared something horrific was moving through the mountains and forests. Tall creatures that carried sticks that made loud noises, able to fire sharp hot objects into any living things. Tall creatures that killed predator and prey alike, and did not value wolves as families or individuals. This was a recurring nightmare Tulok had experienced several times recently. Was it becoming a grim omen? He wondered.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“Tulok laid his head on Kanak's neck. "Please, Kanak!" he whimpered, "Let me free you! Please come home with me! We can make things right between us.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“There was a time in the distant past, generations ago, before the killers arrived in the valley of the Yukon River when gunshots were never heard and when wolf families were abundant and intact. Family ties were strong, long-standing hunting strategies were forged, and wolves lived for many years. Many generations ago, these wolves were occasionally stalked by hunters with spears, but the arrival of the tall figures brought an unprecedented onslaught of disease, poisoning, and killing. Everything changed after they disrupted the balance of nature.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“Once the other wolves had eaten and settled to rest, Arnaaluk rolled in the grass, celebrating her first caribou kill. She climbed to a ledge on a nearby mountainside overlooking the other wolves. Resting under the twilight sky, the cool breeze resonated on her black fur. Howling in victory from her lofty position, she proclaimed her first kill to her family, and to every creature in range. Now she could prove herself a worthy hunter to the other wolves in her family.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“To all creatures in range, the howl was a reminder that the wolf was always on the prowl. To the caribou, the wolf's howl was a sound of horror. For thousands of years, the presence of the wolf had kept them moving from one location to another. With every howl, the caribou remained vigilant.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“Tulok never lived in a time when this land was an unspoiled wilderness. The present world was the only world he knew - a world of traps, poison, guns, and premature death.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf

“Wherever she and her family went was where he would go, and whatever happened to them would happen to him. Her family was his family and their trouble was his trouble. If they suffered, he would suffer with them and if they died, he would die with them.”
― Brett Roehr, The Yukon Wolf