title: Chasing Clayoquot: A Wilderness Almanac
author:  David Pitt-Brooke 
description: Naturalist Pitt-Brooke takes his readers on 12 excursions to Clayoquot Sound in Vancouver Island, a place that receives precipitation 202 days of the year, averaging 3.3 meters annually. By kayak, helicopter, and on foot, he explores the rocky shoreline and its inhabitants. Proceeding month by month, he describes, for example, the spawning of schools of herring in March; then, in April, he chronicles how the entire eastern Pacific population of California gray whales migrates the length of North America's Pacific coast. In May "shorebirds appear by the tens of thousands, spend a few nights and move on." In June Pitt-Brooke visits the intertidal zone and reveals that anemones can live up to 100 years. The calendar year concludes with a concentrated history of west coast Vancouver Island, beginning with Don Juan Perez in 1774 and ending with 2001, when Clayoquot Sound is designated a UNESCO Biosphere Reserve. Pitt-Brooke's study of a beautiful landscape is quiet and engaging throughout, and meant to be relished slowly. <i>Rebecca Maksel</i><br /><i>Copyright  American Library Association. All rights reserved</i>
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  CLAY'S INSTINCT
  
  Wolf Call #2
  
  Abbey Polidori
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2013 Abbey Polidori
  
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  For Tabi, who has always believed
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER ONE
  
  Found
  
  Sheriff Clay Adams came out of the woods above the small town of Faith,
  Montana warily, cautiously, sniffing the air. Even in his human form he could
  sense trouble.
  
  Gathering his clothes from beneath a tree stump where he had left them the
  previous night wrapped in a plastic waterproof bag, he eyed the road below,
  the road that led from Faith to the town of Promise in the East.
  
  He dressed quickly and descended the pine covered hill to the road, sniffing
  the air.
  
  Trouble had passed this way.
  
  He wasn't sure of what had raised his hackles this way but he trusted his
  senses with his life so he made his way back to his house carefully. He had
  spent the night in the woods, one of his 'back to nature' times as he liked to
  call them. Maybe he shouldn't have left the town like that. What if they
  ne