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Three wolves toy with their prey. Stalking and priming the bison for what is to come.

A wolf surveying the scene, reading the pack's choices of whether to strike or pause.

A wolf takes in the scene of onlookers as it pushes the herd to a certain fate...for one.

Eye contact with a Yellowstone gray wolf changes your brain chemistry. At least, it changed mine.

A favorite for all. A black Wapiti wolf with a golden gaze, the dark fur obscured by staggering snowflakes.

A massive bull bison rests beside a thermal vent, wreathed in sulfurous steam against the winter sky.

A bison looks at us from a frozen morning. Hanging from the left eye is a frozen icicle of blood. Likely an injury sustained from another bison's horn

Two Bull Elk with tangled antlers, determination displayed in the whites of their eyes.

A wolf's greatest enemy besides another wolf is it's prey. To live, one must eat. To eat one must choose carefully.

A wolf stands steadfast in the Fountain Flats, a misunderstood figure of raw power and influence to the system.

A bison pauses mid-chew, dry winter grass dangling from its frost-dusted muzzle — unbothered, ancient, and thoroughly unimpressed.

Head thrown back, the sound carries across the valley waking all those within earshot.

A coyote mated pair separated only briefly by a river.

Two wolves trying to cross to rejoin their pack, to push the herd up the river. They were subsequently blocked by inconsiderate humans.

Lounging in the snow but prepared for certain duty, this one knows to conserve energy before the hunt.

A raven boldy standing on white snow, ink-black feathers shining in the afternoon light.

A coyote with a stray tooth, showing us it's better not to be a vole.

A Yellowstone wolf stands at attention purposefully.

A coyote pauses in the open sage flats, scanning the valley with amber eyes.

Two bald eagles share a dead tree above the river, life in the lifeless.

A herd grazes through deep snow in Yellowstone's Lamar Valley, across the river with their reflections looking on.

The bold camp robber of the north, perched quietly among snow-dusted trees.

Two bulls walking broadside on the frozen road, unamused by anything in their path.

A Coyote pouncing just prior to a succesful hunt.

A coyote lifts its snow-dusted muzzle from it's hunger search, alert to the observation.

The bison forges its way through the snow with ancient strength. Something deep inside calls us all to forge on.

A vivid geothermal pool of turquoise, orange and white.

Soft light washes over the valley floor at first light, a quiet scene before the day begins.

Yellowstone's Serengeti in winter, a serene sanctuary for the wild of the North.

The first light of day ignites the landscape, painting the snow in shades of copper and gold.

The winter sun crests a golden cliff face, rays splitting into a perfect starburst above the snow. A place where treasure hunters hang from cliffs in search.

Frost-covered branches, tree showing life in a fiery pool.

The full scale of it: A wolf's greatest enemy besides another wolf is it's prey. To live, one must eat. To eat one must choose carefully.

A menacing figure, the kind that reminds you exactly where you stand in the food chain.

A bighorn traverse the way across a snowy road, sure-footed and unbothered by us.