My friend Gloria Fraser would have been appalled to hear ranchers talk about killing wolves again.
Gloria knew a lot about wolves. One evening, back when she and her husband Don lived near Lac le Jeune, she got a desperate call from a fellow animal lover saying a wolf cub had been orphaned and needed rescuing.
Kila, as Gloria named the pup, grew to be the smartest, gentlest, most beautiful four-legged creature I ve ever had the honour of knowing. She was black as night, fringed with silver on her legs and ruff in later years, and had eyes that blazed like lasers.