Northern Minnesota 30 years ago the year after I got out of the Army I cut pulp wood and stayed in the log house that used to be my grandparents alone. No electricity or in door conviences. Woods right up to the house. Clear sky with a billion + stars.
January 35 below zerowith absolutely no wind. Go outside to the "little house" before going to bed. It so cold the trees are popping when they crack.
Then you hear a pack of Timber Wolves hunting a deer they're calling to each other and it gets more intense as you imagine they're closing in to them within 200 yrds of where I'm at stand listening. Then they startup what must be the final push and likely have the deer. Constant unearthly wild noises the pack makes, almost like sirens in continuous frenzy.
Then it's over.
Better get back in quick to the warm log house. Put another piece of wood in the stove and try to go to sleep after that!