They were calling to me; one more exploration before the snow melts. I had to go back to the cedar grove surrounding the flowing spring.
Just before entering the darker thicket, I encountered this:
I've been hearing howling the last few nights, but I think it's more coyote than wolf. But maybe a lone wolf? The track was very fresh.
The spring wove its way around through the snow, making magical green alcoves in the drifts.
There is so much wisdom there. Blessed be!