Along the storm-lashed shores of Vancouver Island, the west coast wolves move like shadows—silent, salt-streaked, and born of the sea. Their paws leave fleeting prints on sand swept by tide, their eyes glint with the wild hunger of untamed rainforests. Hunters of both land and surf, they dive into kelp beds for seal and salmon, ghosts of cedar and mist, bound to the roar of waves and
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