Wild Paw’s Pup hood
Today is my first giorno eating meat. I wish someone told me how good it tastes! My brothers and my one sister are out exploring in the woods, but I stayed around the den. I have heard of people called hunters and Indians, they are mean to us wolves. I have no mom, she was killed yesterday. I howled my little pup howl in sorrow for the whole day. My mother looked just like me, dark brown, black strikes, dull yellow eyes and a blackish tint to her muzzle. My siblings are just pitch black because my fathers a fully black wolf. I was running through the words today when I saw...
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