Wolf Story

Wolf Story Tuska was a caring, loving, but aggressive, wolf. She had settled for the winter in Northern Alaska near a heard of caribou. In her den lay five pups of her own that she loved very much. The alpha male, Nuka, and she were about to go on a hunt. Larsk would watch the pups while the parents were out.

The crisp, clean snow crunched under the pairs feet as they trotted through the dusk-white tundra. Tuska and Nukas eyes darted in all directions, scanning the land for any brisk movement, any sound wavering in the air. In the distance, Nuka spotted some caribou approaching from the horizon. You go from the left and I will go from the right! he shouted, and they galloped to their positions. She saw an old and feeble looking caribou, which was being guarded closely by two others.

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Apparently, the aged one was important to the clan. The Caribou were getting closer and closer, and the pair was closing in on them. All of a sudden, Tuska shouted Now! and they both jumped in at the heard. There was a tangle of hooves, claws, teeth, and antlers as both animals struggled to live. Tuska was hit in the face, but Nuka was injured worse.

He had been trampled by both of the strong caribou and was crippled badly. Blood was everywhere. The old caribou was dead, but the other two werent. Tuska bolted at them fiercely and nipped at their heels until they ran away. Tuska ran straight over to Nukas side. His neck had been trampled and there was a big gouge in it that was bleeding strongly.

As Tuska wept tears of ice, he whispered I love you. Tell the pups the same. As his voice drowned off Tuska let out a howl, a howl so big that it was remembered in the stars forever. And to this day, when any valued wolf passes away, you can here Tuskas howl in the distance, still morning for the loss of Nuka and for the loss of all loved wolves. Engineering Reports.