From the Slovak Spectator:
Absorbed in conversation, I suddenly realised that the tracks in the snow I had carelessly stepped on were of wolves. There were plenty of them. I imagined a pack of wolves gracefully, with waving tails, running down the valley. They were sniffing deer tracks and going to the edge of the road to mark their territory with urine.
We were walking down one of the side valleys of Ľubochnianska Dolina valley in the Veľká Fatra mountains. When I spotted the tracks, we were just approaching the end of the route along which we were looking for, and found and counted, traces of wolves and lynxes in the wet snow, as well as their potential prey.