Wolves of Yellowstone

For seventy years, the valley was quiet and dry. Hungry deer ate all the young trees, and the muddy river slowly lost its way.

Then, a soft howl echoed through the mountains. A pack of wolves stepped into the valley, ready to find their ancient home.

Seeing the wolves, the deer scampered up to the safe, high hills. The riverbanks finally had a chance to rest.

Without the hungry deer, tiny green willow shoots began to peek through the soil. They grew tall and strong along the water.

Birds built cozy nests in the new willow branches, and busy beavers arrived to build dams in the cool water.

As the beaver dams grew, the water slowed down and formed deep, clear pools. The river was starting to find its true path.

Soon, heavy spring rains poured down from the mountains, filling the river with rushing, wild water.

Deep roots of the new willow trees held the soil tight, keeping the riverbanks safe from the rushing water.

With the banks held firm, the river began to bend and curve, carving a brand new, winding path through the green valley.

Cool, clear pools filled with splashy fish. Frogs sang from the grassy banks, celebrating the river's new life.

The entire valley bloomed with life, greener and wilder than it had been in seventy years. Everything was connected once more.

High on the ridge, the wolves looked down at the winding river. Their return had helped the whole beautiful valley heal.