Several years ago I became interested in wolves after rereading Farley Mowat.I collected the classic books, a now rare LP of wolf vocalisations narrated by Robert Redford and met this local nut who posed for Playboy in a contest to use her winnings( she didn't) to finance a rare cat and wolf rescue center ( such facilities anything but rare in SOCAL.) My mother bought me this kitsch ceramic of 'mother wolf and cub' for my birthday instead of the knife I hinted at.I think that statue was just released as 'mother coyote and cub.'And then one day the local neurotic german Shepherd tried to bite my coat from behind and got drop kicked for his efforts. I went in, let out a long sigh, bagged all my wolf stuff and donated it to the library. The survival community can support just so many gurus, and after a point it becomes the pathetic comics of mutant salamanders I saw when teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles became popular. I'm going to see the new movie based on INTO THE WILD instead. I'm going to buy a big tub of popcorn, some gummy worms and a 32 oz Doctor Pepper- no rice.