- Adoption status
- Sponsored Dog
- Sex
- Female
- Breed
- Wolfdog
One of The Three Who Could Not Be Tamed
Some spirits are bound to a place so deeply that no distance, no hands, no well-meaning plans can sever the connection. Harriet, Q and Makita were born of this land, their souls entwined with the winds that move through it, their fate written in the dust beneath their paws.
But for a time, they were sent away.
Before we made the choice to claim this land as theirs forever, they were placed in a rescue far from here, sent to the vast and open Wyoming skies. The rescue meant well—though wolf dogs were not permitted there, Harriet, Q and Makita did not wear their wildness so openly, and it was believed they could stay.
But what no one understood was that their wildness was not in their appearance. It was in their bones.
In Wyoming, they were placed inside, housed within beautiful, towering yurts—structures meant to offer warmth, safety, a sanctuary. But to them, it was a prison of unfamiliarity, walls that cut them off from the sky, the earth, the freedom that had been their birthright.
And so, they fought.
The yurt could not hold them, not when their very souls screamed for open air. They tore at the walls, willed the earth itself to take them back, their restless hearts refusing to be caged. Their rebellion was not anger—it was instinct. It was the undeniable truth that some creatures cannot be contained, not by kindness, not by shelter, not by anything other than the land that has always been theirs.
And so, we made the decision to purchase the land they came from, brought them home and began our quest to build our ” Village of the Wolves”. A place they could forever be free.
Here, in Texas, they are whole again. The wind carries their names, the sun warms their backs, the land welcomes them as if they never left. Wyoming was a shadow, a misstep in a journey that was always meant to lead back here.
They are not wanderers. They are not lost souls. They are the guardians of this place, the wild hearts that could not be tamed, the spirits that proved—without a doubt—that home is not just a place. It is a feeling. It is a knowing. It is the land itself, calling them back where they have always belonged.