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1 " I’d thought finding my mate would feel like the thrill of the hunt or the giddy, heart-pounding moments just before I brought down prey. But it wasn’t. It was like drinking from a sweet, quick-running river when I was thirsty, or finally sinking down into sun-warmed earth after a long journey. "
― Dorothy Hearst , Spirit of the Wolves (Wolf Chronicles, #3)
2 " The first time you did that,” she said, “I thought you were going to eat me.”“You were my pack from that day,” I said. “You’re always my pack. "
3 " If I refused to let the streckwolves have the humans, knowing they were more likely to succeed than I, then I was no better than a Greatwolf. And if I had to choose between being like Milsindra or like the little not-wolves, I would rather be a streckwolf. "
4 " I, for one, would keep the promise I had made. "
― Dorothy Hearst , Secrets of the Wolves (Wolf Chronicles, #2)
5 " It’s too late, much too late, for us to be able to get the humans to accept wildness in its true form. We must go more gently. In the meantime, they will create more Barrens. They will take over more forest and destroy it. Someday, if the humans can accept the bit of the wild that will remain in our children’s children, they might indeed learn to accept the greater wild. We have to hope they do so before the world becomes a Barrens. "
6 " I remembered the stories that DavRian told. That we killed indiscriminately, that we wanted nothing more than human blood. That our mouths were full of poison. I realized how much courage it took the human to try to help me. He wasn’t young either, he was a male halfway through his life, the kind that was usually the most distrustful of us, and he wasn’t helping me for his own gain. I wasn’t bringing him prey or protecting him or any of the other things that the humans valued about us. He wanted to help me. He was behaving as if he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. It was almost as if he thought of me as a human pup. "
7 " The humans wanted us to be pack, but they feared us too much to keep us near. They didn’t fear the streckwolves. They loved them without fear. And if the humans could love them—those little wolves so close to wild and yet not truly so—maybe they could learn to love other, wilder things, to love the wildness all around them. "
8 " I'd come to understand that their two-legged stance allowed them to use their tools with their clever hands, but it still disturbed me. Bears reared up on their hind legs to threaten, as did some prey. When I first met the humans I'd thought they were always challenging us." -Kaala "
― Dorothy Hearst
