Back from bivouac...
On the first evening, with my pilot friend gone, I find myself alone in the middle of the Arctic north of Quebec, on the Labrador border. The wind blows and the rain threatens a little. However, my first sighting begins with a magnificent caribou bull, perhaps 1 hour after my arrival. My electric fence installed, I dine, still hoping for a visit until the last light of day.
Suddenly, I see movement between the stones. I hide, grab my 600 mm and look. I can't believe my eyes: a wolf is heading my way. And what's more, he's not alone! 2, then 3, then 4, then 5, I can hardly count them, and with a glance out of the corner of my eye, it seems to me that 2 others are passing further away.I lie down on the ground so as not to frighten them and perhaps try to represent potential prey. I stare at one of the pack members approaching me. He's definitely intrigued by me. The others remain more discreet. He approaches again and I'm not sure how to frame him. He's less than 10 m away.
Our eyes meet frequently, and like every time I've experienced this, the emotion is intense. He's probably the Alpha male, and this assumption will tend to be confirmed over the following days.
Welcome to wolf territory...
