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Death and Dying From the Eyes of a Wolf

I have fallen, I believe I have been shot, not once, not twice, but several times. I can hear them yelling over hear we got one.
I must try to get enough strength to call my kin.

I am losing blood very quickly. I hear them coming with their guns and their knives and their traps. Aaaaoooowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! I haven't but the strength to move. I am sry children I could not come home tonight to feed you, but know I will always love you. (Steps of Hunters approaching) This is how the wolf dies, says hunter (shot fired.) Eyes close, head falls to ground.

(Light becomes darkness and spirit rises and all else forgotten.)
(The pages turn back 1hour)

Breathing heavily through the pine filled forest and decaying wood patched with moss. He wonders with vigilant eyes and grey lavish fur with brown undertones in search of food for his young. This was a truly majestic creature of the forest.

I have wandered off from my pack today, they are still playing by the river. It smells so good there, the air is crisp just like after a heavy rainstorm, with an earthy, musky smell sometimes you even get a scent of mint and laurel around the flowers. I can't wait to get back to see my son and daughter. They love chasing the bees, I miss them so much already. I am going to teach them how to grow up to be strong and fearless like me. Someday they will make their partner proud. My son is going to be a great leader, lol he is so cute when he tries to howl.

(Hears a noise, bushes shake) Looks to the left ducking down and ready to charge, but no one seems to be behind the bush or around it. As he approaches he sees a deer that was caught in a trap, it is crying. He looks down saddened, but there is nothing he can do. The deer tells him there is a group of hunters in the area setting traps, with guns and knives, to leave as soon as possible and to watch out for traps. Suddenly a shot is fired hitting the wolf in the leg. (This way boys)

I must get out of here and run as fast as I can. I will cut down this path and perhaps lose them. The wolf jumps over a rock, turns left then right (shot fired) hits tree (shot fired) hits shoulder. I am injured badly blood is coming out, something inside me says not to give up, don't close your eyes. If I have to crawl I will, but I must get back to my kin. (shot fired)

I have fallen, I believe I have been shot, not once, not twice, but several times. I can hear them yelling over hear we got one.
I must try to get enough strength to call my kin.

I am losing blood very quickly. I hear them coming with their guns and their knives and their traps. Aaaaoooowwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!! I haven't but the strength to move. I am sry children I could not come home tonight to feed you, but know I will always love you. (Steps of Hunters approaching) This is how the wolf dies, says the hunter (shot fired.) Eyes close, head falls to ground.

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