This monologue is in the perspective of a wolf. This can be taken as either some hunter paranoia taken too far, o something more.
See that colina in the distance? The one with lush, green forests, large herds and plenty of water.
Every night, I dream of running away over there. Those dreams, all too often, are forgotten through the violence.
Too often, pup, we end up getting into a fight. Sometimes its over food, land, mates. Other times, its over words.
tu know who did this? Man. Man tore our pack apart. Man killed us for no reason.
If you’re a good, smart pup, you’ll stay away from...
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