Jennifer Dance

Red Wolf

Life is changing for Canada's Anishnaabek Nation and for the wolf packs that share their territory.

In the late 1800s, both Native people and wolves are being forced from the land. Starving and lonely, an orphaned timber wolf is befriended by a boy named Red Wolf. But under the Indian Act, Red Wolf is forced to attend a residential school far from the life he knows, and the wolf is alone once more. Courage, love and fate reunite the pair, and they embark on a perilous journey home. But with winter closing in, will Red Wolf and Crooked Ear survive? And if they do, what will they find?

Watch for Paint, arriving February 2015.
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    Claire Bearhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    There was a time long ago, when wolf and man lived wild and free,
    When the white-skins lived far away, across the Salt Water.
    The woods were big then and the forests thick.
    Elk and moose were plentiful, the rivers clear and full of fish.
    Counselled by the wisdom of the old ones and guided by the spirit
    We lived in harmony with Mother Earth,
    Wolf and man together, yet apart.
    There was a time before the loggers cut the great pines and floated them down the rivers,
    Before the traders used our furs and skins to clothe the white ones across the Big Water,
    Before they made us believe that our ways were evil and our wisdom was foolishness,
    Before they controlled us, contained us, tamed us, restrained us,
    Before the diseases, the guns, the metal traps, the poison bait.
    There was a time before we were savages,
    Wolf and man together, both.
    There was a time long ago …
    Year2004har citeretfor 3 år siden
    Tall-Legs turned to flee.
    The bullet caught him in the ribcage, the impact arcing him into the air. He yelped and thudded to the ground, legs twitching.
    Year2004har citeretfor 3 år siden
    However, hunger gnawed at his stomach and the meat that lay on the trestle table was tempting. He crouched low, his sensitive nose taking in every detail.

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