Quotes About Wilderness

buffeting her fur

The whole of the forest was theirs, and in their minds, there was a single instinct. "Kill! Kill!

Bluefur gulped down a mouse, burping as Lionpaw jumped to his paws.

Star Flower

Their minds were filled with green flashes from running through the woods, a mixture of prey-scent and falling leaves and their own fearless pride.

Stone and Grass padded away, following the slope of the hill down into the next valley.

Goosefeather padded to a smooth silver birch and started tearing off strips of the bark with deft claws.

Graystripe's thick gray fur was ruffled up against the cold.

Firepaw crouched down and took a large bite from the mouse. It was juicy and tender, and sang with the flavors of the forest.

Her mind flooded with an image of bounding after them to walk alongside Crowfeather, who was bringing up the rear; she drew in her breath sharply, almost able to feel his dark gray pelt brush against hers as they picked their way over the tufts of boggy grass.

The threat to natural wilderness forces us into the inner wilderness of the human psyche where wonder, grief, and longing are storming within us as well. Every experience in the natural world invites us to a corresponding work of the soul.

If you're afraid of wolves,' said Varvara Sidorovna, 'don't go to the woods.

I certainly don't eat raw bison liver on a regular basis.

The true alpinist doesn't want any infrastructure, he wants to go into the wild. And the odds of getting killed there are relatively high. And most people are sensible enough not to want that.

I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.

Historically, Alaska is a place that has attracted those fed up with conventionality.

I have a new hobby and it's pretty much logging.

I feel very at home in woodlands and could easily live there. I should have been one of Robin Hood's men.

When you hear that howl alone at night in the forest, it's one of the most frightening sounds you'll ever hear.

A lion runs the fastest when he is hungry.

He felt like an animal limping away, some wounded buck that needed to be put down.

That sweet muddy smell was purely animal, like the deepest corner of a bear's cave. It was almost foreign to me, this lived-in, overnight odor.

I'd never worn a tie before. I was a bushman.

I've always been a very outdoors sort of girl. I'm more a tomboy than a girly girl.