I was so close to giving this novella four stars. So very close. But let me tell you why it ended up with only three:
There's a lot to admire about this little book. The wolf felt like a well-developed character, even without knowing his name (although, not needed), and the altogether absence of dialogue. I was with him all the way on this harsh, Winter's journey through forest, field, and cliff. It's a sobering look through the eyes of a predator in the depths of a brutal landscape & season.
Now, all that aside, here's where it niggled me, and bear in mind once more, there is no dialogue, the way the animals in this novella communicate is by looking into one another's eyes, and telepathically showing memories, intentions, and emotions. I found this to be a bit too fantastical for my tastes, especially in what should be such a grounded literary work. I give Mr. Smith credit, though, for his creative take on animal conversation. That there brought the book down one star for me.
I decommissioned the next star because of the ending. Although fitting and realistic as it was, it left me feeling a bit... down. The pages leading up to it involve a surprisingly gripping encounter with a trapped, weakened swan, and the wolf's philosophical ponderings on the nature of predator and prey, life and death, and (astoundingly) a somewhat sense of morality. I was heading home from the city on the train, and my stop was fast approaching as I arrived at the climax of this passage, and I almost stayed seated (which would've resulted in me missing my station) to see how it ended. As gripped as I was, it concluded (the entire story) in a bleak manner. Once again, it left me feeling a tad upset, actually. Goodbye four star book, hello acceptable three stars.