Last night we went to bed with the sight of the aurora borealis shimmering in green waves across the sky. We woke up to the sound of wolves howling outside our tents.

My bunkmate Mark Nelson went outside to take a look and quickly came back to report that there was huge black wolf lying down on the ice on the frozen lake just outside of camp. By the time we got back the wolf was trotting to the far side of the lake. We watched him in our binoculars.

“You know,” Mark said. “Last night we shot all those bears, I saw the Northern Lights for the first time, heard my first wolf howl and then saw my first wild wolf. This has been a really good 12 hours.”

Hard to argue with that.
—John Snow_