مزید wolves

Jingo was a large gray بھیڑیا who bore the wounds of countless battles. His paws were reddish brown in color like they were permanately stained from
the blood of his victoms. He advanced آگے toward Ruban from the mouth of the dark den, limping slightly which he paid no care to hide. There was no
doubt Jingo was only proving to him that he was Pack Leader, not a بھیڑیا to be messed with. The rest of his pack fanned out behind him, snarling at the two
intruders who came to challenge their leader.
    Ruban noticed that most of them also bore wounds and ugly scars inflicted upon...

Russet followed behind his leader. He stepped in Ruban's very pawsteps, hoping that someday he could be like his fearless, strong leader. Ruban trotted
along tirelessly down slopes and up steep ridges, all the while progressing toward the destination Russet hoped they would never reach.
    At last they passed سے طرف کی the icy canyon and Ruban smelled the scents of strange wolves. Enemies. Ignoring the border with a sniff of disgust, he went
onward, calling Russet to اقدام faster. He himself was not eager to reach his destination either, but he was not going to waste precious moonlight....

    It is sometimes the most beautiful of nights that are the most deadly, Ruban decided when he stood proudly on the cliff face overlooking the clearing. He studied the countless amount of stars that glittered like fireflies in the indigo darkness. It was a warm summer
night and the slight breeze made it perfect for hunting. How he longed to run, to scent, to chase.
    A small female بھیڑیا approached behind him, her head lowered respectfully, but her tail flickered slightly as if dismissing the thought of showing
her respect to the Pack Leader. She was...