A picture of something I hate.
I hate wolves. I've always been terrified of them. I rarely have nightmares, but when I do, there's always a wolf involved. Ugh. It doesn't help that my sister was fascinated by the creatures when she was younger, which involved her sporting wolf shirts and sweatshirts in her younger years.
This picture was taken on the first trip Deon and I took on the ice road together, when he arrived in February of 2009. He got out of the truck to take some pictures of the wolves, and all the while I was in the truck, panicked, and screaming. "If you get eaten by wolves, so help me, I will leave you behind!!" "If they get near the truck, I'll drive away!!" Ahhh... the things people say in times of distress!
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