Wolf Essay
Camille Eastburn
Professor Small
Humanity and Nature in Literature
1 October 2014
Canis Lupus
A Persuasive Essay It’s the dead of winter. The clouds have quilted the ground and trees in fresh, glistening powder. You press your snowshoe into a mound of soft snow and breathe a lung full of brisk air. In the distance you hear the quick crunching of the ground. Raising your head, you catch a glimpse of a grey tail with underlying white. You slowly swivel your head back and forth, looking for whatever you may have seen. Once again you hear the footsteps, very quietly fading away into the distance. Seeing past all the evergreens and birches you notice eyes peering, not at you, but into your soul. They are prideful prairie grass colored circles, surrounded by thick black lines with a small black dots in the middle. Around the bright eyes there is white and grey fur, swirling and coming together at the black lines surrounding the yellow. He sits, watching you, the black dots studying you, closely and yours doing the same: both curious. Neither of you are fearful, neither of you are shaken, both of you study each other like biologists. Suddenly, his mouth opens and you see his teeth, like knife points. He tips his head back to let out a spine-tingling howl. You stay, frozen by his voice, yet still not afraid of the predator in front of you. The sound of thunder rings out and he yelps, falling to the ground. All is silent, even the wind. Crimson coats the stiff powder and you are in disbelief. Two men step from their hiding spots, looking like abominable snowmen in their white, puffy suits. One nods to you, as if he is some kind of savior, but you ponder to yourself, questioning: which creature really needs a savior? In 1925 wolves (Canis Lupus) had been completely wiped out in Yellowstone because of hunters. Yellowstone is not the only place where wolves are hunted. They are hunted virtually all over the world. This National Park is the best example because,
Professor Small
Humanity and Nature in Literature
1 October 2014
Canis Lupus
A Persuasive Essay It’s the dead of winter. The clouds have quilted the ground and trees in fresh, glistening powder. You press your snowshoe into a mound of soft snow and breathe a lung full of brisk air. In the distance you hear the quick crunching of the ground. Raising your head, you catch a glimpse of a grey tail with underlying white. You slowly swivel your head back and forth, looking for whatever you may have seen. Once again you hear the footsteps, very quietly fading away into the distance. Seeing past all the evergreens and birches you notice eyes peering, not at you, but into your soul. They are prideful prairie grass colored circles, surrounded by thick black lines with a small black dots in the middle. Around the bright eyes there is white and grey fur, swirling and coming together at the black lines surrounding the yellow. He sits, watching you, the black dots studying you, closely and yours doing the same: both curious. Neither of you are fearful, neither of you are shaken, both of you study each other like biologists. Suddenly, his mouth opens and you see his teeth, like knife points. He tips his head back to let out a spine-tingling howl. You stay, frozen by his voice, yet still not afraid of the predator in front of you. The sound of thunder rings out and he yelps, falling to the ground. All is silent, even the wind. Crimson coats the stiff powder and you are in disbelief. Two men step from their hiding spots, looking like abominable snowmen in their white, puffy suits. One nods to you, as if he is some kind of savior, but you ponder to yourself, questioning: which creature really needs a savior? In 1925 wolves (Canis Lupus) had been completely wiped out in Yellowstone because of hunters. Yellowstone is not the only place where wolves are hunted. They are hunted virtually all over the world. This National Park is the best example because,