The panting of a hunt, with the kick of an adrenaline rush. It is impressive how a gray wolf can strive with its survival skill. Strong creatures they are, much like a German shepherd on steroids.
While most gray wolves living in the Canadian wilderness have common lives, the male wolf named Buck, is a lone wolf. He is a sleek, tall, and young wolf on his own and living by day.
He has been this way since The Allegiance…
Buck yelped as his mother pulled the last quill out. “Now you know not to fight against those pesky porcupines,” barked Buck’s mother. “Mom, he looked so juicy, and I was trying to protect the pack,” whimpered Buck while his wounds had a sharp pain running through. “Do not try to be a hunter until you’re old enough to become …show more content…
“I wish I could just be a hunter sooner though.” “Well Buck, I can see that you need a lot of training, and what if something happens and you happen to be a lone wolf; you will have to protect yourself and make up your own rules,” Mother just came up with that on the spot with her words of wisdom, “Now young one go to the den to rest, you will need energy for your training.” Buck waddled down to the den. He did not like the den, it had grass as bedding, yet he liked the nice new layer of snow outside. He curled up into his regular night time ball, usually snuggled near Mother, who should be down shortly. He imaged training in his dreams while he drifted to sleep. Buck woke next to his mother who was gnawing on a bone, smelling like leftover elk. Buck did not like cold meat. There was a piece sitting next to her, a piece of small bone with fat and some leg meat. She knew that was Buck’s favorite. He stretched and greeted his mother who gave the elk pieces to him. She mentioned that the hunt at sun down was good, but not as planned, the hunters caught a beaver and found a northern pack near the
While most gray wolves living in the Canadian wilderness have common lives, the male wolf named Buck, is a lone wolf. He is a sleek, tall, and young wolf on his own and living by day.
He has been this way since The Allegiance…
Buck yelped as his mother pulled the last quill out. “Now you know not to fight against those pesky porcupines,” barked Buck’s mother. “Mom, he looked so juicy, and I was trying to protect the pack,” whimpered Buck while his wounds had a sharp pain running through. “Do not try to be a hunter until you’re old enough to become …show more content…
“I wish I could just be a hunter sooner though.” “Well Buck, I can see that you need a lot of training, and what if something happens and you happen to be a lone wolf; you will have to protect yourself and make up your own rules,” Mother just came up with that on the spot with her words of wisdom, “Now young one go to the den to rest, you will need energy for your training.” Buck waddled down to the den. He did not like the den, it had grass as bedding, yet he liked the nice new layer of snow outside. He curled up into his regular night time ball, usually snuggled near Mother, who should be down shortly. He imaged training in his dreams while he drifted to sleep. Buck woke next to his mother who was gnawing on a bone, smelling like leftover elk. Buck did not like cold meat. There was a piece sitting next to her, a piece of small bone with fat and some leg meat. She knew that was Buck’s favorite. He stretched and greeted his mother who gave the elk pieces to him. She mentioned that the hunt at sun down was good, but not as planned, the hunters caught a beaver and found a northern pack near the