" My father used to say the world turned wrong when we started separating ourselves from the wild, when we stopped being one with the rest of nature, and sat apart. He said we might survive this mistake if we found a way to rewild ourselves. But I don’t know how to do that when our existence frightens the creatures we must reconnect with. I would give anything not to frighten them; it makes me so sad. And yet the truth is that their fear of us keeps them safe from us. Inside the cabin there is an awkward silence as they wait to see if my temper still reigns. I meet Niels’s eyes. “Can you make me a map to the den?” “Of course.” He jumps to the task, while I start readying a travel pack. “Can I’ve a word?” Duncan asks me. “I can’t right now, Chief. I’ve gotta get out to that den.” It occurs to me that he might have seen me this morning, watching him from the hill, and if that’s the case I might die of embarrassment. “I’ll tag along then, shall I?” I laugh. “No.” “Why not?” “I’m going alone. The fewer bodies traipsing around out there the better. "

― Charlotte McConaghy , Once There Were Wolves