To her small Eskimo village, she is known as miyax, to her friend in San Francisco she is julie. When the village is no longer safe for her, she runs away. But she soon finds herself lost in the Alaskan wilderness, without food, without even a compass to guide her. Slowly she is accepted by a pack of Arctic wolves, and she grows to love them as though they were family. With their help, and John on her father's teachings, she struggles day today to survive. But the time comes when she must leave the Wilderness and she's between the old ways and the need. Which will she choose? For she is miyax of the eskimos, but Julie of the wolves.