" The seals are scarce and the whales are almost gone.
The spirits of the animals are passing away.
Amaroq, Amaroq, you are my adopted father.
My feet dance because of you.
My eyes see because of you.
My mind thinks because of you. And it thinks, on this thundering night,
That the hour of the wolf and the Eskimo is over. "

― Jean Craighead George , Julie of the Wolves (Julie of the Wolves, #1)