I have always been fascinated by wolves ever since I could remember. The way they disguise themselves in the trees, their wonderful yielding fur and the way I get lost in those deep yellow liquid eyes. Their fur calls me, and I just want to stroke my hands through it. I could just let my hands rest in their fur forever. Their eerie howl is like a melody to my ears. To others it may sound like ghosts wailing, but to me it sounds like a sonata. A lonely, sad call sent out into the darkness hoping to fall upon the ears of others who share the night's isolation.
Thunder and Shadow
The eyesight of wolves is not fully understood, thought it is probably similar to that of domesticated dogs. Compared with humans, wolves have three to four times the density of light-sensing rods in their retinas, which gives them keener night vision. Yet because they lack a fovea (the tiny pit on the retina) they cannot match a human's ability to focus on objects at a long distance.
The eerie, harmonic chorus howl so engrained in our collective unconscious is used both defensively and to rally the pack. Chorus howling also brings the wolves enjoyment, thought pack politics dictate that low-ranking wolves not to join in uninvited.
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