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WASHINGTON (WUSA) -- The National Zoo is welcoming the birth of four maned волк pups at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in Front Royal, Va.

National Zoo officials say the pups were born to 8-year-old Salina and 4-year-old Nopal. Keepers are monitoring the pups closely because maned волк pups have a 50 percent mortality rate in the first month, according to zoo officials.

According to the National Zoo, the pups were born Jan. 5 and are the first litter born at the Front Royal location in two years. According to National Zoo officials, 72 maned волк pups have been born at the Front...
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He started out life as he wanted to live it, gentally nurtured by the tete of волк strength. His pack was a good one, he had it all; A mother a father and a pack that loved him dearly.

One день a horrible огонь broke out over the packs domain killing most of their number, saved by 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 волк 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.
As soon as I snapped the twig and saw my only meal I was probably gonna get run away I noticed a волк going after them. I walked out of the brush and looked at it. He was one of those sleek, lean, hand- wait where was I going with this?!I facepaw myself trying to get the thought out of my head. No way on earth was that волк handsome.....I.....I was just imagioning. Then I saw it. He managed to take down two caribu. 'why two?' I asked myself. 'Did he see me?' I sit and look as he walked over. Slowly I backed away because first off I didn't know this волк and секунда off I didn't know if he had...
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This contest Is an Idea Of Wolfiey So i am posting this but Im taking part in this I will do the Opening rap And That will Kick it off So Rap battle Is When two rapper Rap making the best Rap And most insulting Rap toward the other rapper:


1st: 10 props

2nd: 5 props

3rd: 3 props

4th: 1 prop

5th: 0 Благодарности

So make your rap good And hope Ты take first Oh yeah And Use as Many swears as Ты want Ты don't have to block them This is a free off your head rap battle so think well and good luck....Xscash232
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THE CALL OF KIND


The months came and went. There was plenty of Еда and no work in the Southland, and White Fang lived fat and prosperous and happy. Not alone was he in the geographical Southland, for he was in the Southland of life. Human kindness was like a sun shining upon him, and he flourished like a цветок planted in good soil.

And yet he remained somehow different from other dogs. He knew the law even better than did the Собаки that had known no other life, and he observed the law еще punctiliously; but still there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still...
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THE GOD'S DOMAIN


Not only was White Fang adaptable by nature, but he had travelled much, and knew the meaning and necessity of adjustment. Here, in Sierra Vista, which was the name of Judge Scott's place, White Fang quickly began to make himself at home. He had no further serious trouble with the dogs. They knew еще about the ways of the Southland gods than did he, and in their eyes he had qualified when he accompanied the gods inside the house. волк that he was, and unprecedented as it was, the gods had sanctioned his presence, and they, the Собаки of the gods, could only recognise this sanction....
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THE SOUTHLAND


White Fang landed from the steamer in San Francisco. He was appalled. Deep in him, below any reasoning process или act of consciousness, he had associated power with godhead. And never had the white men seemed such marvellous gods as now, when he trod the slimy pavement of San Francisco. The log cabins he had known were replaced by towering buildings. The streets were crowded with perils - waggons, carts, automobiles; great, straining Лошади pulling huge trucks; and monstrous cable and electric ears hooting and clanging through the midst, screeching their insistent menace after...
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CHAPTER VI - THE LOVE-MASTER


As White Fang watched Weedon Scott approach, he bristled and snarled to Реклама that he would not Отправить to punishment. Twenty-four hours had passed since he had slashed open the hand that was now bandaged and held up by a строп, слинг to keep the blood out of it. In the past White Fang had experienced delayed punishments, and he apprehended that such a one was about to befall him. How could it be otherwise? He had committed what was to him sacrilege, sunk his fangs into the holy flesh of a god, and of a white-skinned superior god at that. In the nature of things, and...
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THE INDOMITABLE


"It's hopeless," Weedon Scott confessed.

He sat on the step of his кабина and stared at the dog-musher, who responded with a shrug that was equally hopeless.

Together they looked at White Fang at the end of his stretched chain, bristling, snarling, ferocious, straining to get at the sled-dogs. Having received sundry lessons from Matt, сказал(-а) lessons being imparted by means of a club, the sled-dogs had learned to leave White Fang alone; and even then they were lying down at a distance, apparently oblivious of his existence.

"It's a волк and there's no taming it," Weedon Scott announced....
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THE MAD GOD


A small number of white men lived in Fort Yukon. These men had been long in the country. They called themselves Sour-doughs, and took great pride in so classifying themselves. For other men, new in the land, they felt nothing but disdain. The men who came ashore from the steamers were newcomers. They were known as CHECHAQUOS, and they always wilted at the application of the name. They made their хлеб with baking-powder. This was the invidious distinction between them and the Sour-doughs, who, forsooth, made their хлеб from sour-dough because they had no baking-powder.

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THE ENEMY OF HIS KIND

Had there been in White Fang's nature any possibility, no matter how remote, of his ever coming to fraternise with his kind, such possibility was irretrievably destroyed when he was made leader of the sled-team. For now the Собаки hated him - hated him for the extra meat bestowed upon him by Mit-sah; hated him for all the real and fancied favours he received; hated him for that he fled always at the head of the team, his waving brush of a tail and his perpetually retreating hind-quarters for ever maddening their eyes.

And White Fang just as bitterly hated them back. Being...
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THE FAMINE


The spring of the год was at hand when Grey бобр, бобёр, бивер finished his long journey. It was April, and White Fang was a год old when he pulled into the Главная villages and was loosed from the упряжь, ремень безопасности by Mit-sah. Though a long way from his full growth, White Fang, Далее to Lip-lip, was the largest yearling in the village. Both from his father, the wolf, and from Kiche, he had inherited stature and strength, and already he was measuring up alongside the full-grown dogs. But he had not yet grown compact. His body was slender and rangy, and his strength еще stringy than massive, His пальто was...
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