Wildness survives in quiet corners—a wolf's steady gaze, moss soft around a stone, the ripple of feathers lost on wind. Most days pass with nature held at arm's length, yet longing remains for a connection deeper than passing visits or a distant view. Wildlife art turns this yearning into an act: a doorway to the more-than-human world inside the shell of city rooms and office walls. An original carving of wolf hybrid eyes meeting your own does more than decorate; it asks for

Beneath California dawns streaked with coyote calls and eucalyptus breath, the Funkafied Howling Den rises from stories older than paint or printer's ink. Some inherit lands; others receive lessons—my father taught me the world listens for those who pause long enough to hear it speak. He shared this wisdom near dusk, standing beside a rescued wolf hybrid pacing the fenceline of borrowed ground. Those evenings began an unquiet promise: that art could shelter what remains wild