Wolves Of The Yukon

The Yukon wolf is the largest race of Canis lupus in the world. There are 5,000 wolves in the territory. Wolves live in all Yukon mountain ranges hunting Dall's sheep and caribou in the high alpine. In the forested valleys they hunt moose, the ideal prey size for packs to handle. Regional wolf numbers depend on the number of moose in the area. Packs are territorial except in the far north where wolves migrate long distances to follow the Porcupine caribou herd year-round. --From book cover.

In the mountains of northwestern Canada along the Yukon River, a wolf family struggles for survival. As a harsh winter descends across the land, the wolves learn the values of family, friendship, and loyalty. Not only do they encounter a shortage of caribou and the threat of starvation, they face danger from enemy wolves and the greatest danger of all - man. Includes: Yukon Wolf fact sheet

Enter the northern Yukon, 14,000 years ago, the world of Zhoh: The Spirit of the Wolf. You don't have to tax your imagination. The author Hayes, a biologist and keen observer, recreates the era and the landscape for you. Bison, mammoths, ravens, lion, wolves (zhoh), short-faced bears...and, of course, humans populate this stunningly harsh environment. Conflicts and connections become real as both animals and humans search for survival, food, shelter, safety and family. This historical fiction recreates in realistic detail this world, where the thread of life is often short and slender and gives readers vital insights into a fascinating period into the continuum of life. -- Joyce Sward, longtime teacher, lover of stories, and organizer for 30 years of annual Yukon Writers' Festival and Yukon Young Authors' Conference. The Spirit of the Wolf is Book Two in the Zhoh series. It is the epic story of prehistoric survival at the end of the Ice Age as the great herds of steppe horses, bison, and mammoths are disappearing. In Book One, Zhoh: The Clan of the Wolf, Kazan and Naali lose their families to a series of disasters and must survive a brutal winter alone on the tundra-steppe. With the help of Zhoh, their semi-tame wolf, Naali's remarkable dream-travel powers, and Kazan's growing skills as a hunter, they defeat Barik, Naali's treacherous brother, and One-Eye, a murdurous bushman. In Book Two, Zhoh: The Spirit of the Wolf, Naali and Kazan are reunited with Kazan's mother, Assan, and his sister, So'tsal. Now Wolf Band, with the help of Zhoh, must continue their quest to find other humans or perish. As Naali becomes a woman, her growing spirit powers threaten to destroy her and put the band's survival at risk. Wolf Band must defeat a gigantic short-faced bear and face One-Eye and the Skin Stealers, a band of dangerous men who have murdered Naali's relatives and kidnapped Jidii, her young cousin. In pursuit of the Skin Stealers is Naali's uncle, Kural, a young hunter who has no hope of freeing Jidii alone. Woven through this human saga is the story of Grey-Eye, Zhoh's wolf mother, and her pack, who play a key role in Wolf Band's struggles.

‘Scruff’ McKenzie is a gold prospector and a practical man. If he wants a thing, he usually gets it. But when McKenzie lays his eyes on Zarinska, the daughter of the local indigenous chief, he might not get what he wants – as the Tanana tribe’s shaman is full of white men stealing their women. 'The Son of the Wolf' is a short story by Jack London. The story takes place in Yukon, Canada. Jack London (1876–1916) was an American writer and social activist. He grew up in the working class, but became a worldwide celebrity and one of the highest paid authors of his time. He wrote several novels, which are considered classics today, among these 'Call of the Wild', 'Sea Wolf' and 'White Fang'.

A process to review the 1992 Yukon Wolf Conservation and Management Plan began in July 2010. The Yukon Fish and Wildlife Management Board and the Yukon government established a six-person review committee consisting of an equal number of delegates from each party. As a result of developments in scientific knowledge and jurisdictional authorities, wolf management has changed considerably since the 1992 Plan was released. Given these changes, a new plan was needed to meet the requirements of Yukon land claim agreements, including the roles and responsibilities of First Nation governments and the Inuvialuit, boards and councils, and the use of local, traditional and scientific knowledge in wolf management; reflect and balance the broad range of values for effective wolf management; reflect the new understanding of predator-prey ecosystems, in particular the short-term effects of wolf reduction on prey populations and the resilience of wolves to these reductions; establish wolf management programs that remove hindrances for individuals who want to hunt and trap wolves; and more closely link wolf management to the management of their primary prey species, moose and caribou. This plan provides long term guidance on how wolf populations should be managed in Yukon. It provides principles and values to guide decision makers, and identifies specific goals.--Document.

Wolves arouse a passion in people. Some are fascinated by them; others hate them. Time and again, John and Mary Theberge have been confronted by angry hunters and farmers who repeat the same refrain, “What good is a wolf anyway?” In Wolf Country, John Theberge provides a gentle answer to that harsh question by describing the lives of the Algonquin wolves that he and Mary came to know during their eleven years of tracking them. In telling their stories, he also tells something about the questions he set out to answer: whether wolf packs aggressively defend their territories; whether wolves kill more of their prey than the prey population can sustain; and whether pack behavior supports the idea of the survival of the best-fit group. This is a fascinating and inspiring story told by a man for whom the appreciation of science and life are inseparable.

Fourteen thousand years ago, after a series of tragedies that decimates their people, three children find themselves alone on the Arctic tundra with no hope of survival. Kazan is a boy on the verge of becoming a hunter. Naali is a girl with special powers who can dream-travel and see the future. Barik, living in his sister's shadow, wrestles with a secret demon. In their quest to survive, they find Zhoh, a wolf pup, and their fate will hinge upon her. Together they must struggle to unite in the face of dangerous beasts, growing jealousy and distrust. To survive, Kazan and Naali must make a choice and confront a betrayal along with the wrath of One-Eye, the brutal bushman who has enslaved Kazan's family.

On a wilderness trek from the Yukon River to the Dempster Highway a man with his three dogs comes across a grizzly bear trying to kill a moose in a small river in front of his camp with two wolves watching in the wings. He worries that the bear might set his sights on him, and questions what he's really doing so far out here away from civilization. The realization that bears are in charge out here, not humans, hits home hard, and it is only by their good grace that they let us live. Excerpt: There were no fond farewells this time around. No one was at my house to see me off on my adventure to the Yukon, to wish me bon voyage or Godspeed and all that. It was just the dogs and me hitting the open road in the early morning light with their heads hanging out the windows, their wiry beards rustling in the wind. My girlfriend Marion had left for California where she was attending a Buddhist retreat for a month, so we had already said our goodbyes two days ago. I worried that my leaving might ruin our relationship and that we might never see each other again. I had gone to Sierra's house the night before and gotten Billie, the treasurable dog we had when we were together. We both still adored her like she was our child. None of my brothers lived in town, and they were, like usual, too caught up in their own busy affairs to wish me well to do on my journey. I called my mother the day before and she kept insisting that I be careful so she wouldn't have to worry. After all these years, she still had no idea what I went through out there, probably much more than she figured. One summer I almost starved to death. Another I almost drowned - goes with the territory. A doubtful part of my brain asked myself what was it all for. After five days I rolled into Dawson City road weary under a sun that never set. The dogs in the back seat were looking out the windows for anything that moved - a squirrel preferably. A cat would be their second choice. A leaf blowing across the road was something. They watched with bulging eyes until they were certain it was not alive. These big-boned Airedales didn't miss a thing. I never knew when they were going to bark in my ear, so I wore ear plugs most of the time when I drove. Their hunting voices could damage ear drums. They were itching to create some havoc. "Easy, dumb heads," I said softly. "I love you guys to death, but good lord take it easy. Your time will come, don't worry." They needed a good hard run for a couple of hours very soon because all I had been able to do for the entire drive was take them out for short bathroom breaks, which was no way enough for eager Airedales. They needed unfettered rampaging across the land, and I needed to go one hundred miles into raw, wild country. Before it was too late. "I got to find the liquor store," I said. I glanced back. All three were sitting on their haunches with eyes fixed on things outside. "Don't bark. Whatever you do, don't bark for chrissakes, not yet." I motored along the waterfront at an idle. I thought the liquor store was three or so blocks in toward the hills, which started up abruptly at about block twelve. There really wasn't much space for a town here, with the river on one side and the hills on the other, so buildings were crammed in pretty tight. Humans had a way of shoving a town in anywhere. There wasn't any room for growth, so new buildings had to be built along the highway as you came into town, and houses and businesses were being built for miles along it. If you had a business, though, you wanted it to be in town. That was where the tourists went. In summer people from all over the world came here to get a glimpse of what the frontier mining days must have been like. I turned after the grocery store and putted inland. I finally found the liquor store on Third Street and pulled over out front. I left the windows halfway down for the dogs since it was already warm.