It's Time for a Wolf Story

When I was 25, I quit my cushy job in Philadelphia. With $120 in my pocket and a banjo tied to my backpack, I set out to work at a wolf sanctuary in New Mexico. The two years I spent in the middle of nowhere, next to Navajo and Zuni land, were a profound influence on my life. All the wolves there were rescued wolves or wolf dog hybrids (and the odd fox or dingo) because people continue to buy them…