As the wind whispers in the night, the moonlight, shining through the trees in the forest, a black shadowy figure sneaks through the night. His steps so silent, they barely make a sound. His blue eyes reflect the light thrown at them. He hurries towards a hill with a hole dug into the side of it. He finds a white figure laying inside the cave. She looks up to see his dark wolf like body standing in front of her. He then licks her on the head as she doesn't move from her spot. He then exits the cave and comes back with a hare in his mouth. He drops the lifeless rabbit fight in front of the white figures paws. She gives him the look of thankfulness and begins to eat. The shadowy figure watches her as she tears at the flesh of the rabbit. Her white snout, now covered in blood, begins to lick her paws. She then licks the areas around her mouth and then lays her head down. She curls her tail against her stomach, which is carrying smaller wolves. The dark wolf then lays next to the angel like wolf and falls asleep, followed by the angel like wolf.
The next morning the black wolf awakens to the sounds of a lion. He walks out and finds the tan beast sprawled out on a rock. The black wolf stares at the mountain lion with an unforgettable glare. The mountain lion looks at the wolf and gets up. He then slowly walks towards the wolf and then starts sprinting. The black wolf starts running towards the lion, jumps and lands on it. The wolf starts clawing and bitting the tan creature as it tries to get him off. Then other wolves come in and join the attack. They swiftly run then jump at the lion. They claw at it and bite it, keeping it away from the hill. They succeed in killing the lion and bring its bloody body to the hill.
The white wolf walks out of the den, smelling a freshly killed animal. The white beauty walks up the hill slowly. When she reaches the hill she is greeted with the rest of the pack as they rest from the attack. The white wolf sits down near the meal and begins eating. Slowly, the others begin to dine on the meal, ripping at the tan flesh. When they are almost done, crows wait nearby, hoping that the wolves would once again, let them pick at the bones and scraps. As the wolves finish, they let the crows come in and dine on the remaining flesh. Although most birds the wolves would eat, they let the crows nibble on the scraps, for this is the way they keep the forest clean.
The white wolf heads back down the hill, followed by the black wolf who is the alpha male. He's the one who dominates the pack. The wolves obey him and have never tried to conquer him to take the pack into their own hands. The rest of the wolves just hang out around the hill.
When night falls, some of the wolves begin to howl to get in touch with other packs in the area. The sound of the wolves sounds almost like a song, a song that you would listen to while you are going to bed. A wolf howling to them is speaking to other wolves far away. To us, it's a song, a song that we don't understand but will still like listening to. To us it's another language that would take years for us to master, but for wolves it only takes months or less.
As the wolves wrap it up, another being watched them with glaring red eyes. He plots his evil plan to murder the entire pack. The pack is unknowing of this as they begin to sleep in their dens placed inside the hill.
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