the last book I ever read (Train Dreams: A Novella by Denis Johnson, excerpt two)

from Train Dreams: A Novella by Denis Johnson:

Grainier thought he must be very nearly the only creature in this sterile region. But standing in his old homesite, talking out loud, he heard himself answered by wolves on the peaks in the distance, these answered in turn by others, until the whole valley was singing. There were birds about, too, not foraging, maybe, but lighting to rest briefly as they headed across the burn.