I have left my old home in the big house and am currently sleeping in “The Office”. Well, in a room immediately adjacent to The Office.
The Office is the place were everybody meets in the morning to discuss the work that has to be during the day. So, I wake up, go outside and I am at work…
My little cubs (I learnt that wolf puppies are actually called cubs) moved with me after a rather long discussion with the volunteer who took care of them in the first place but is leaving in about a month. The 9 cubs are now living in the veterinary cages which are very close to The Office.
When I get up at night to feed my pack I have to pass an enclosure full of wolves that were raised only by women; they do not like men. So, at night I have to walk with a bowl full of meat by an enclosure with 11 men-hating wolves in it, who growl like mad every time I walk by. If they could, they’d kill me.
I have come to like some of the fences.
I have been very working very hard for the last couple of days. There is so much to be done:
There is the cubs, of course. Cleaning, feeding, stimulating (playing, disciplining etc. so that the food can digest) Then we have to build a chicken pen, so the chickens in one enclosure can be chased out to make temporary space for the wolves so we can clean the enclosures. Every second day, we have to pump water from the river (1 km walk downhill with a 25 kg pump).
Chopping firewood is also almost a daily task: there is actually no warm water here, so we have to warm it up. And of course there is slaughtering almost every day now. I cannot wash all the blood from my hands. It’s stuck in the skin. It doesn’t matter how hard I scrub them, the blood, shit and dirt won’t come off. Well these are just the every day tasks, there is more to be done in the nearer future like building a lookout point, gardening (so when the main season starts, the bus loads of people are not disappointed)
October, 31.
One of my cubs died today. I feel really like shit. She had been very weak for a couple of days, but she started eating again, so I thought she’d recover. Well, that just didn’t happen. The others are evolving quickly and starting to discipline each other and fighting for ranks.
So in order to keep my Alpha-Status I have to discipline them myself. Biting them, holding them down, taking the food away…stuff like that. I try to watch the other Alpha couples of the different packs so I can learn from them. It is amazing how they keep everything under their command. They also are always the most beautiful, because they don’t get bitched around like the Omegas for example. The other wolves of the pack brawl for the attention of the Alphas.






