Wild things and an amazing song by dear Wolf Larson.

The baby wolves are running. The baby wolves need the deep forest and the sunny days. Once I was a wolf.

Me and my comrades wolves, we howled in Tubingen in 1978 and we were joined by a thousand German kids.

Good to howl and dance in the emotion of freedom. Maybe. Me and my grandchildren will roam to Lake Huron forest and we shall howl at the moon.

Dancing Coyote