Death of a She Wolf

Eyes, gleaming bright in the dark, in the night. She hears her mate's howl; even hears the call of a lonely owl. Fur, beautiful silver shine; Her features, all female fine. Her mate is still calling, the sound on her ears are falling. She attempts to make her move; but hears the fall of a horse's hoof The hunter! He's back! Wolf furs...... he has a stack! Her life now is in extreme danger; no help from the previous ranger! She's shy and hides away; Why did this hunter stay? Her heart thunders in her chest; She has to be the most clever, the best! She slips through snow covered brush; This is a life or death rush! He sees her run! Now begins his fun! He takes aim.... and pulls the trigger; down falls her beautiful figure! Red covers the silver fur; He has shot, killed her! Far on a distand ledge; her mate is waiting, standing on edge! Concentrating, flicking his ears; but no sound from her he hears!