I'm sickened por people hunting wolves. My dad keeps saying they should be exterminated. Every time he say that he ends up on his back with my foot on his head. I really hate my dad doesn't support my amor for wolves.
Sorry, got in to my personal live for a segundo there. But But, anyways what do tu think on the matter? Why do tu think this please tell me.
It is also sick how people can hurt them and trap them because They are beautiful animals, I amor them so much and they are like us and we are like them.
I am not in for the whole lets kill lobos and sell their coats and then dump their bodies o hurt them and leave them to die.
It is like if lobos we to come into our house take our lifes and wreck our whole house, I find it so wrong and all those pictures i have seen.
I mean they are: Beautiful,Lovely, Mysterious, Great caring mother and yes thats another thing is that if we kill the aphla female o a female that has wolf-pups they dont have their mother imagie growing up without you're mother even if tu have a fill in its not the same.
estrella is called into caves behind the waterfall, and goes ona spiritual journey unlike anything she ever experienced. Meanwhile, Sky meets with another pack of lobos who treat him like royalty in their pack. Sky and Meuki knows there has to be a reason, and as they venture onward north the two lobos uncover the pack's hidden secrets.
I have always been fascinated por lobos ever since I could remember. The way they disguise themselves in the trees, their wonderful yielding pelaje, piel and the way I get lost in those deep yellow liquid eyes. Their pelaje, piel calls me, and I just want to stroke my hands through it. I could just let my hands rest in their pelaje, piel forever. Their eerie howl is like a melody to my ears. To others it may sound like ghosts wailing, but to me it sounds like a sonata. A lonely, sad call sent out into the darkness hoping to fall upon the ears of others who share the night's isolation.
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick césped, hierba beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark lobo exclaimed enthusiastically, his pelaje, piel flickering like shadows, “No lobo will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack división, split in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! tu cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to mover now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.