Rosewolf and the Last Wolves in Britain
My soon to be released YA novel, Rosewolf, takes place in Somerset, England in 1927, a year when there was a huge snowstorm. There have no wolves in Britain since the 15th century. But the wolves in Rosewolf are not creations of God.
The Last Wolves in Scotland
On Ederachillis’ shore
The grey wolf lies in wait-
Woe to the broken door,
Woe to the loosened gate,
And the groping wretch whom sleety fogs
On the trackless moor belate.
The lean and hungry wolf,
With his fangs so sharp and white,
His starveling body pinched
By the frost of a northern night,
And his pitiless eyes that scare the dark
With their green and threatening light.
He climeth the guarding dyke,
He leapeth the hurdle bars,
He steals the sheep from the pen,
And the fish from the boat-house spars,
And the digs the dead from out of the sod,
And gnaws them under the stars.
Thus every grave we dug
The hungry wolf uptore,
And every morn the sod
Was strewn with bones and gore:
Our mother-earth had denied us rest
On Ederchaillis’ shore.
—The Book of Highland Minstrelsy, 1846