white волк

CHAPTER ONE
    “I’ve got it!” Shade squeaked.
    “Hurry!” изумруд barked, trying to keep up with him.
    “Corner it there, quick!” Kitmira barked.
    Shade turned the rabbit toward the thick thorn bushes. It was getting tired. Shade pounced; he landed perfectly on its back.
    “Bite it!” Neko commanded.
    Emerald lunged вперед and sunk her teeth into its neck.
    “Good catch!” Mamma called.
    “Did we hunt...

Lupa leapt high into the air, and landed lightly on a ridged rock. She looked around, feeling a sudden urge to find something. "T-takota?" she called, not sure how she new the name but she obviously did. "Takota? Where are you?" "Kouya! Watch out!" came a frightened voice, and Kouya, if that even was her name, tried to Переместить out of the way of the mystrious object that mysteriously was coming at her, but she was too late. Sonething silver pierced her chest, and she screamed in pain and fell back, off the rock and onto the cold ground. "Kouya!" was the last thing she heard before it all went black....

I woke up one morning in my den,the sun was shining in and blinding my eyes. I decided to get up and walk outside,and when I did,there was a bleeding волк on the ground a few trees away. I hurried over there and looked the волк over,trying to see what happened. Because the wolf's eyes were closed,I nudged the fallen волк in the neck. His eyes opened slowly,and when he saw me,his eyes grew wide and he figeted to get up;he whimpered. "A-are Ты okay?" The unknown волк didn't respond and a backed away and sat down. I figured that he was nervous that a stranger was staring at him. I tried again,...

The wolf. When most people think of a wolf, they think of a big, bad, snarling creature. Волки aren't like that at all. They are just as afraid of Ты as Ты are to them. Волки are social animals, but humans have driven them away by ruining their habitat, and destroying their packs. Волки still roam the Earth, but are very rare in numbers. Many Волки live in Idaho или Canada, and even Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. The волк is a stereotype. Take Little Red Riding капот, худ for example. In this story, the волк is the evil one. No Волки would dress up as a grandma (duh!) And Волки certainly...