The Gatekeeper by Tim Clark

Driving across America, we stopped in Minnesota at Voyageur National Park, on the border between the U.S. and Canada. May’s family had once owned a cabin there. We wanted to see what, if anything, was left of it.

Just a mile or so away from the park gate, an animal walked out into the road ahead of us. We stopped. At first, we thought it was a coyote, but it was too big. Our dogs, who normally bark at any animals, froze.

The wolf looked at us, then walked back into the woods. Time restarted.