
I’ve been fascinated by wolves for a long time. Somehow, we have imbued them with a sense of the mystical. The predator, lurking in the forest, stealing and killing. The spirit-guide. The werewolf. The killer, masquerading as the grandmother. The mother, raising the lost human infant as one of her own pack. Contradictory. Fascinating. Dangerous.
They may look like a little like dogs, but that is where the resemblance ends. Wolves are wild, and they have to be handled in special ways. Even when you think they are friendly, that glint in their eyes may be hunger instead...


Next week – look out for a special guest blog from Craig Hallam, author of Greaveburn, and ‘Man of Words’ at the upcoming Steampunk Doncaster festival... I have checked neither his eyebrows nor his eyes...