Life As a Wolf:
As a white she-wolf and leader of the pack,
I was in charge and knew when to attack.
It was a harsh life as far as hunting would go,
We would hunt with the Raven and share what we know.
Being the female I knew best how to delegate,
For in my command was the whole pack's fate.
I was not the best hunter for he was my mate,
This I would use to my advantage, often he would debate.
Our territory was rather large for our pack size,
In the colder months, we needed it to avoid our demise.
With only one in ten hunts being successfully won,
Constantly on the move all night, in the day enjoying the sun.
February to March was roughly our breeding season,
Usually, I'd have four to six pups within reason.
We favoured deer and moose for our main kill,
But would chase anything that moved for a thrill.
Lossing our habitat so quickly to mankind,
Threatening our survival, we are now harder to find.
Make no mistake, my life as a wolf is lonely,
Though being social is what I must also be.
1~30~2017
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