He started out life as he wanted to live it, gentally nurtured سے طرف کی the tete of بھیڑیا strength. His pack was a good one, he had it all; A mother a father and a pack that loved him dearly.
One دن a horrible آگ کے, آگ broke out over the packs domain killing most of their number, saved سے طرف کی his mother that perched him high on a cliff before plummeting into the firey abyss below-she was never seen again. His father died also. Alone he roams; looking for a pack to call his home.
Has he found it in the anubians بھیڑیا pack? Will they accept him here? These thoughts ravage his head as he enters the anubians pack domain. He boldly steps up to take his place among the pack ranks and form a new life he can call his own.
One دن a horrible آگ کے, آگ broke out over the packs domain killing most of their number, saved سے طرف کی his mother that perched him high on a cliff before plummeting into the firey abyss below-she was never seen again. His father died also. Alone he roams; looking for a pack to call his home.
Has he found it in the anubians بھیڑیا pack? Will they accept him here? These thoughts ravage his head as he enters the anubians pack domain. He boldly steps up to take his place among the pack ranks and form a new life he can call his own.
Species
Common Names: gray wolf, lobo (Spanish)
Latin Name: Canis lupus
Subspecies
Common Name: Mexican wolf
Latin Name: Canis lupus baileyi
Current بھیڑیا Population, Trend, Status
Number of wolves: Unknown, most likely zero
Population trend: Unknown
Legal status: Full protection
I whine in disappointment of not being able to hunt with them because I'm still young.
"Very soon," begins my older brother sitting beside me, "you'll be out there leading the pack just like him and mother."
I know this is true but it seems so far away when I think about it.
My sister nuzzles me with her بولڈ, ہٹیلا nose to play a game with her.
My brother is amused and tells me to not think of hunting, but to live and enjoy my precious moments as a pup.
"You'll be a grown بھیڑیا soon enough," he says.
Feeling a twitch of hope within my heart, I race after my sister and over the cold, powdery face of Mother Earth.
I tumble and roll within the flying flakes of Mother Earth's hair so white and clean, knowing that I will someday be a leader, a hunter, and a father of a pack all my own.