It is a cold, frosty night, a full moon shines brightly over the lake. I get up, all four paws are brown from the mud on the forest floor. All of a sudden, I hear the howl of another wolf, someone from my pack is down. I chase the sound of the yelping and howling. I approach the wounded wolf when I hear humans. My black coat blends into the night’s darkness. I crouch down, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The human bends over to touch the member. It reminds me of the time when my pups were stolen.
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