The Sickness of Long Thinking
A few years ago I found an abandoned wolf cub. I suppose it's mother had been killed, or may have been driven out of the pack. I tried to raise it like a dog. For a while it was happy. It was like a pet, you know... affectionate. It would lick my hand and roll over, wanting to play. But then it got older, and the playing stopped. It remembered it was a wolf, not a pet. It stared in to the distance. Then one day it was gone. The Chippewa have a word for it - it means "the sickness of long thinking". You cannot tame a wild animal, because it will always remember where it is from, and yearn to go back.