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STEFFEN Butzeck revs the engine of his little Ford to clear the deep ruts in the sandy forest track, keeping one eye out for unexploded Soviet-era ordnance and the other for wolves' paw prints or droppings.
"This is perfect wolf territory," he says when he kills the motor and surveys the landscape. "Very peaceful. No people."
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