When I was child, my mother read Never Cry Wolf to me as my bed time book (The Hobbit was also a memorable such book).

Its author, Farly Mowat, died.

After my mother read Never Cry Wolf, I went out and read Mowat’s A Whale for the Killing, about a whale trapped in a small bay.

Never Cry Wolf was a great freaking book and reading about the wolf ‘family’ he followed, tracked, and imitated was amazing.

I suppose one can’t be sad that Mowat passed. He was 92 and I imagine led a rich life. But I will be sad about some of the losses in Never Cry Wolf.