You are about to listen to an imagined conversation between a a jumping Taxedermied wolf in this display case and a living wolf in Minnesota. 

Living Wolf: I’ve been watching you for a long time. You look like you’re running so fast—
but you never actually land.Are you actually chasing something? Or just practicing your best leap like a ballet dancer? 

Taxidermied Wolf:
Neither...When they placed me here, they froze me mid-stride to suggest speed. Urgency. But in all the years I’ve been here, I’ve never moved. There’s no end. No beginning. Just this one moment—stretched out forever.

Living Wolf: Must be annoying to never get the satisfaction of landing. 

Anyway -  How can it be night for you in there, when it’s broad daylight outside for me? The snow looks like it’s glowing with moonlight, but there isn’t even a moon.

Taxidermied Wolf: That’s the illusion. Everything here is built to feel real—but none of it is. The light you see comes from five low-energy bulbs, filtered to mimic moonlight. Even the shadows on the snow were faked—sprinkled onto the surface with marble dust and pigment. Everything you see was decided. Even the cold you imagine in the snow beneath me—its not cold at all.

Living Wolf: I see but you know you aren’t the only one living inside something altered. Out here, the seasons shift strangely too. Less snow, not cold enough or too cold way too late. It gets harder to hunt when the seasons change so unpredictably. But I see you don’t have any trouble, there are tracks behind you. Are you hunting something? 

Taxidermied Wolf:
Yes. They added a third trail—fainter, faster—leading just beyond my reach. I’m hunting but I never see the prey.
The chase never ends. But even the absence tells a story.

Living Wolf:
The people who made you tell the story through what they leave out?

Taxidermied Wolf:
Exactly. They want you to feel the hunt—but not see the cost.
To marvel at the motion—without imagining the end.