Nyssa


Nyssa was a black color-phase female born on May 12, 2004 and was tragically Остаться в живых on May 11, 2005. When staff began bottle-feeding Nyssa, her younger age and smaller body size led staff to be very protective of this little pup. Care and efforts were effective as Nyssa grew into a very independent, muscular wolf. Her medical exams on May 6th showed her weight at 95 lbs, compared to Maya's 79.5 lbs. Nyssa will be most remembered by her intense behavior during the Center's feeding program. Nyssa dominated the carcass, not only Показ dominance to her fellow pups, but lunging with full-teeth barred to the arctics as well.


R.I.P



Nyssa

MacKenzie, a Great Plains subspecies of the gray wolf, was born April 28, 1993. A black color phase wolf, MacKenzie was the dominant female since she was a pup and continued to be dominant in retirement, even until the день she died.
For each wolf, Ты will see a weekly photo, notes on behavior или physical health and a video clip. Please note, due to the large file size of the video clips, they will only be archived for 30 days. Text and Обои from logs do stay with each волк as they travel from pups, to the Exhibit Pack to Retirement and to the Gone but Not Forgotten Pack.




R.I.P


Mackenzie

A knocking, loud and then soft.
A calling, sweet and tender,
I looked but it was gone
Sweet smells the сарай loft.
A corner, around it went
The быстрый, стремительный, свифт moves of a midnight wolf,
A panting, kind, intoxicating.
What a pleasure the moon lent.
I called it, but it disappeared
Through trees, forest, and caves.
Up and down did I search
Wondering what the message geared.
I was cornered, afraid and alone.
Touch, it reached to my heart.
Intense and nerve-racking
The green of its eyes shone.
And at the time of the gasp,
The midnight волк was gone
With a быстрый, стремительный, свифт Переместить of its tail.
And I, the hare, was loose of its grasp.
I thought and realized soon
What the message was about,
That Любовь is timid, yet a wild thing,
It only glitters in the moon.
And I thought for awhile,
Standing in the midst of a field.
When suddenly came the midnight wolf,
And the sight of it made me smile.

Ok Ты know how curtis runs into his Alpha school bully from his other pack well know there in a fight

Curtis shot back 'Well listen loser i think your just jealous!' and then it hit him like a frieght train Justin punched him in the face his snout was bleeding and he got up and punched justin square in the face hearing a pop he had broken his nose and Now Calvin walked in and сказал(-а) 'Guys break it up!' then justin blurted out 'At least i still have еще dominence than Ты curtis!' then Curtis сказал(-а) back 'You chalenge my dominence?' and that was settled to a dominence fight monday The Далее thing curtis knew was he was standing with a group of people around him cheering 'Curtis Curtis Curtis' then he saw justin and he went crazy he beat justin down into the ground and he heard justin crying in pain even after it was over once again he was вверх male...

The eyes of the волк
Has tales to tell,
The legends and lore
He knows so well.
From survival and feasting
On the vast plain,
From blinding blizzards
And torrential rain.

They have seen it all
As the Indians have,
Almost extinct
As the buffalo calf.
Beautiful creatures
Who stand with pride,
Few do live
And most have died.

His last request
Is a howl at the moon,
Telling his brothers
We'll be extinct real soon.
If Ты look into his eyes
Ты will see a tear,
His howl he bellows
Is all Ты will hear.

If mankind would stop
And try to save,
The волк would flourish
Again one day.
Let's save these beautiful
Mystical eyes,
To tell еще tales
That are so wise.

The eyes of the wolf
Has tales to tell,
His howl at the moon
We know so well.