Stories about wolves are short to read. Scary stories about wolves "in the ice"

If you never go to the forest
nothing will ever happen to you
and your life will never begin
“Don’t go into the forest, don’t leave the house,” they said.
- Why? Why don't I go to the woods tonight? she wondered.
- Lives there big wolf, he eats people like you. Don't go to the forest, don't leave the house. We are talking seriously.
Of course she went. She went into the woods anyway, and of course she met the wolf, just as they had warned.
See, we told you! they squealed.
“This is my life, not a fairy tale, you stupid people,” she said. “I must go to the forest, I must meet the wolf, otherwise my life will never begin.
But the wolf she met was trapped. The trap caught his paw tightly.
Help me, help me! Ah ah ah! groaned the wolf. “Help me, please help me,” he howled, “and I will reward you generously.”
This is how wolves behave in such fairy tales.
How do I know you won't hurt me? she asked. She was a master at asking questions. “How do I know that you won’t eat me, so that only the bones remain?”
“A useless question,” replied the wolf. “You'll have to take my word for it. And he began to howl and moan more than ever:
- Oh oh oh! Ah ah ah! Whoa-whoa-whoa!
Here's a question for a girl
So that she does not make a mistake:
Where-e-e-e-e
Du-u-u-u-sha-ah-ah-ah-ah?
- All right, wolf, I'll try. That's better! - She opened the trap, the wolf pulled out a paw, and she put it to the wound healing herbs.
“Thank you, good girl, thank you,” the wolf sighed. But she had read too many false stories, and so she shouted:
“Come on, kill me quickly and get it over with!”
But nothing of the sort happened. Instead, the wolf put his paw on her shoulder and said:
“I am a wolf from another place and time.
And then he pulled out an eyelash, gave it to her and said:
- Save and be smart. From now on you will know who is good and who is not. Look through my eyes and see for yourself.
You saved my life
So get it in return
A gift that no one knew.
Remember that for a girl,
So that she does not make a mistake,
There is only one right question:
Where-e-e-e-e
Doo-u-u-sha-ah-ah-ah-ah?
And the girl came home
Radehonka, who remained alive.
And now that she's been told
"Be with me, be my wife"
Or: "Do as you are told"
Or: "Say what is said,
And be the same clean slate
Like the day you were born"
She took out a wolf eyelash,
Bring it to your eyes
And immediately saw all the rear thoughts,
Which I've never seen before.
And when the butcher began to weigh the meat,
She looked through the wolf eyelash
And I saw that he was holding the scales with his finger.
I looked at my admirer
Who said: "I'm a perfect match for you"
And I saw that he was no good.
And it saved her.
Not from everyone
But from many
misfortune.
But that's not all. The new vision not only helped her recognize the treacherous and cruel - the gift of the wolf she saved made her very cordial, because, looking at each person, she saw him with new eyes.
She saw those who are truly kind
And she reached out to them.
She found herself a husband
And she lived with him all her life.
She saw the brave
And strove for them.
She recognized devotees
And she was with them.
She noticed confusion under anger
And hurried to take him down.
She saw love in the eyes of timid
And she approached them.
She saw the suffering of the harsh
And I tried to cheer them up.
She saw the need of a dumb man
And asked for it.
She saw the hidden faith in a woman
Who said she didn't believe in anything
And ignited it with the spark of her faith.
Thanks to the wolf eyelash
She saw everything in the world:
All true and all false
Everything that takes away from life
And everything that leads to life
All that can be seen
Only with the eyes of
Who measures heart by heart,
And not just the mind.
So she learned that people do not call the wolf the wisest for nothing. Listen carefully and hear that in the wolf howl there are always the most important questions: no where to find food, no one to attack, no place to frolic,
And the most important questions
Helping to look inside
Weigh the value of all living things:
Where-e-e-e-e
Du-u-u-ush-ah-ah-ah-ah?
Where-e-e-e-e
Du-u-u-ear-ah-ah-ah-ah?
Go to the forest, go! If you never go into the forest, nothing will ever happen to you and your life will never begin.
Step into the forest
go!
Step into the forest
go!
Step into the forest
go!
(from "Running with the Wolves")

A true story about a wolf living among people!

The other day, the phone rang at home:
- They heard that in Pudvai a man keeps a wolf at home!
We are legs in hand - and in the village. On the way, they wondered where he got this wolf from? Maybe he picked up a wounded man in the forest, or maybe the hunters shot the mother, and brought the baby to the village. It turned out it was neither.

Yuri Zolotarev is a hunter himself, but hunting without true friend- no dogs. Again, the house needs a caretaker.
- I had a good watchdog, a Caucasian, - says Yura, - but he was poisoned. And last year a mobile zoo came to Glazov, where among the animals there was also a Siberian she-wolf with tiny wolf cubs. They were only three days old. So I caught fire - I want a wolf cub! For what? For the occasion, of course. I will find a good husky, and if everything works out, there will be puppies - for hunting it is better not to find! Strong, fearless, with a wolf's scent, which is ten times sharper than a dog's.
True, Yura was not allowed to take the wolf cub home right away - it was too small. “Now we are going to Kez with the zoo, so you come to us in a week, drive up,” the owner ordered, “there we will agree on everything.”
Exactly a week later the hunter was in Kezu. The wolf cub had grown up by that time, got stronger. Having bargained with the owner of the zoo for two thousand rubles, Yuri brought the baby to Pudvai. Named Count. At first he fed with milk from a nipple, baby formula, later switched to dog food.

Every day, a hound named Gerda is on duty near the Pudva stop. Affectionate, smart, she meets and sees off buses in any weather, fawns on passers-by, they say, stroke me - I'm good. Gerda is also Yurina's dog, so wagging her tail in a friendly way, she accompanies the guests to the house. Towards, rattling a heavy chain, the Count is already torn. He impatiently moves his paws, presses his muzzle to the ground, spins like a top - he rejoices. It looks like an ordinary dog, even wagging its tail. The hand reaches out to stroke the thick black fur coat (Count's father is a Canadian wolf), but at the last moment something stops me. Eyes! Yellow, glassy. The black barrel of the pupil looks unblinking. And from this steel look, frost on the skin. Go figure out what the predator has in mind. Look how healthy he is, despite the fact that he is only a year and a half.
“Oh, she, I’m afraid,” the hunter’s mother, Yulia Evgrafovna, wails, sideways squeezing through the gate. The count jumps around, gets underfoot, tries to grab a stick with his teeth.
- Ugh! It is forbidden! - the old woman fights back. - What the hell is this for! How much I feed, so much and I'm afraid that it will bite.
- May he not bite, - the son laughs, - you see, he is just playing. With these words, Yura tries to throw the Count on his back. The wolf cub desperately resists, growls, throws himself on the boot and ruffles the sleeve of Yuria's jacket with feeling.

Especially for the Count, the hunter made a kennel in the yard. Nearby I sketched pieces of wood and rubber tires so that there was something to chew on. They feed the wolf with meat, potatoes, and slowly teach them to eat bread. Unfortunately, Graf does not yet recognize Yura as his owner, so it is better to stay away from him while eating, but in no case show that you are afraid.

What Yuri is proud of is that he managed to teach his ward some "dog" commands, for example, give a paw. Sometimes the Count plays pranks. Once he grabbed a gaping chicken. Another time he got out of the collar and darted into the neighboring yard. He also ate a chicken there. I had to give the chickens to the neighbors so that they would not swear.
- And how do you feel about the fact that you keep a wolf in the village?
- Yes, in different ways. Some, when cattle are slaughtered, carry bones and offal for the Count. Others are afraid, they think that with his howl he will attract all the wolves in the area, they say, the gray ones will come running from the forest and gnaw all of us here.
- Do you have him howling at the moon at night?
- But how! Yura smiles. - He can't bark.
What he will do with the wolf when he grows up, the hunter has not yet decided. He hopes that the nature of the predator, who grew up in captivity, will not be as severe as that of his forest counterparts, and he will be able to find mutual language. If not, you will have to give young naturalists to the zoo or to the station.
- It will be a pity to part, - Yuri sighs. I have attached myself to him with all my heart.

Natalia Khabibullina

The wolves kept us warm
Mary Kranik was eight months pregnant when she got home in a terrible snowstorm. The car went off the highway and got stuck in a snowdrift. Mary got out of the car, hoping to be picked up by a ride. But the blizzard kept getting stronger. The desperate woman decided to walk towards the city. She barely overcame about 800 meters, and then she suddenly began labor pains. Noticing a nearby place where there was less snow, Mary hardly got there and because of pain and fear lost consciousness.

“I came to my senses in a few minutes,” recalls Mary. “My head was lying on the back of a huge wolf, probably the leader of the pack. The rest of the wolves, and there were about nine of them, surrounded me in a tight ring, shielding me from the blizzard. I didn't even get scared. 20 minutes later I gave birth to a child. One she-wolf carefully gnawed the umbilical cord, and then, together with her friend, licked the child. The rest of the wolves snuggled up to Mary, warming her. Mary tried to take the baby in her arms, but she did not have enough strength. The same she-wolf, having gnawed through the umbilical cord, pushed the child towards it with her nose. The baby was crying, which meant that he was alive. Mary gave him the breast. “The wolves were all the time near me, protecting me from a snow blizzard with a dense wall - I was, as it were, a member of their pack in need of help. The leader of the pack licked snow and tears from my cheeks.
Friends of Mary Kranik found an abandoned car and immediately began searching. Seeing a pack of wolves on a hillock, they decided that something terrible had happened. They started shooting. The wolves fled. And then a woman with a newborn child was found, leaning against a tree. The wolves did not run away, they watched from a distance as people carried their ward into the car.
“They won't forget me,” Mary Kranik told reporters. “I'll get out someday with my little Bill to that place. I'm sure they will come."
If it were not for the witnesses who discovered Mary surrounded by wolves, no one would have believed this story.
Foresters and hunters refuse to comment on this case - they have never heard of something like this. They dissuade the woman from dating "bloodthirsty" saviors. But Mary Kranik does not listen to persuasion and is waiting for a meeting. Caught in a snow trap, American Mary Kranik gave birth healthy baby weighing 3.4 kilograms. “They considered me a member of their pack,” recalls a 25-year-old secretary from Talkaetna, Alaska. “If not for their care, my baby would not have survived. The wolves kept us warm, licked the newborn, Helped me to take the baby to feed. They guarded us until help came.

A moneybag moved to our village, restored the collective farm, bought tractors, small and large cattle, and a moderate life began to flow. Many went to work for him, a small but stable income. We were all satisfied, despite the fact that this rich man felt himself to be our god and master of everyone and everything. It was harmful until blue in the face, but we endured, but there was nowhere to go.
So he was generally furious when his cattle began to disappear, they blamed them on the wolves. Well, indeed, most likely they are, since the remains of cattle were often found gnawed in the forest. He appointed a reward for each head of the slain wolf. Well, the gold rush for the total extermination of wolves in our taiga rushed straight. It got to the point that the men and I split into two teams and began to compete who will bring more goals by the evening. They argued for three bottles of vodka for the evening feast. On the first day, our team lost, and the men and I agreed to get up early and go deep into the forest to shoot more. We got up at dawn, packed up and set off.
The day started well. Already in the morning we managed to shoot three, and then silence, for several hours not a single wolf. We decided to take a break and have a bite to eat. And not far, under a large stone, there was a cave, and from there a wolf comes out and growls at us, which seemed very strange, since they usually run away at the sight of people. Well, without thinking twice, I shot him with a well-aimed shot in the head with the words: "The fourth is ready." We ate, left the carcass to lie (then on the way back we collected them, having built floorings from brushwood).
They shot two more and decided to go home, collecting a bloody harvest along the way. When we reached the place of our halt, I stood up in my tracks. Three wolf cubs dug into the chest of a dead mother wolf and drank milk. Tears flooded like a river on their own, until I was struck like thunder by another shotgun blast and the words of one of the men: "I killed three with one shot, small heads too." I rushed to the cubs, picked up one still alive in my arms and, imagine, a small ball of wool, bleeding, was dying in my arms. With his button eyes, he looked into my eyes, after which he licked my hand, closed his eyes, from which two drops of tears came out, and his heart stopped beating (I am writing, but the tears are near).
I started yelling: "It's a child, you killed a child, you killed innocent children. They are children, they are not guilty of anything. What difference does it make a man or a wolf, children are all the same." After that, I jumped up and started hitting everyone with anything, I went crazy until they grabbed me and I calmed down a bit. And what do you think, they were going to throw them to the heap. I again broke loose with the words: "Do not touch them, otherwise I will shoot them all." The men left me with the words: "Well, stay with them, we went."
I dug a grave, buried them together, mother and her children. For a long time he sat at the grave and asked their forgiveness like a madman. It began to get dark and I went home. Gradually I began to forget about this incident, but on wolf hunting never went again.
Several years have passed. Winter, there is no work, and the family has to be fed. I went hunting to shoot a rabbit, a deer if I'm lucky. I wandered all day, but not a single living creature in the area ... I was about to go home, when a snow storm broke out, so strong that nothing could be seen beyond the nose. The icy wind pierced to the bones, I felt that I was starting to freeze, and if I was not at home soon, I would die of hypothermia ... There was nothing left but to go home at random. So I wandered in an unknown direction for several hours, until I realized that I was completely lost. Strength left me, I crashed into the snow, not feeling my arms or legs. He could not move, only occasionally raised his eyelids with the thought of once again looking at the world before death. The storm has stopped full moon, but there was no strength anymore, all that remained was to lie and humbly wait for death. When I once again opened my eyes, the same she-wolf with her cubs stood in front of me, they just stood and looked at me ... I remember the thought that ran through my head: "I deserve it, you can take me."
Some time later, they turned around and went up the hill, but, what is most interesting, in complete silence, I did not hear any of their steps, there was no trace of them left. The passage of time seemed to have slowed down, I felt every second of my life, when suddenly the howl of wolves interrupted the deathly silence and not one, but a whole pack. I look at the hill where my ghostly guests have disappeared, and from there a whole pack of wolves descends. "Well, that's it," I thought, "that's death, to be eaten alive." Thoughts were not reaching for the gun, since my hands had not obeyed for a long time, it remained to watch how death was approaching closer and closer.
Here is one already at my feet, followed by ten more wolves. I mumble: "Well, come on, what are you waiting for, eat it while it's warm." And they stand and watch. The one that was standing at my feet climbed on top of me and lay on my stomach, followed by the second, the third ... They stuck around me from all sides, I did not believe it, I thought I was sleeping. From head to toe, I found myself in a living coat of wolves, their warmth over time caused unbearable pain all over my body, but I was happy. I felt myself, they warmed me, they saved me. "For what???" - he asked himself a question. I heard them talking, they were mumbling something to each other. “They are reasonable,” I thought, and they save the killer of their relatives ... I fell asleep at this thought ...
I woke up in the morning from the screams of peasants from the village that they came out to look for me. All the snow was around me in wolf tracks. I got up and moved somehow towards them, cloudless sky and bright sun. I'm alive, it's a miracle!!!
That's when I lost two fingers from frostbite. I think that's the only thing my saviors didn't cover up. As you can see, they will never fire a gun again and kill no one.

Site "Our Planet".

This happened before the war. There was a forester's house in the forest, but only a woman lived there. The fire killed her entire family, husband and son. Only a dog of an unknown breed remained. Large, black, with a white patch on the chest. He himself barely survived. Rushing into the burning house, he tried to pull the child out, but before he could, the boy suffocated in the smoke. And the woman came out of a barely alive charred dog. In gratitude, he paid her truly filial, replacing the lost family. Unable to live in the village where the tragedy happened, she asked the chairman to appoint her to the place of an elderly forester, who had long been looking for a replacement.

The chairman resisted at first. What a thing, a woman alone, in a dense forest full of wolves and bears. But the woman was persistent and got her way. So they lived together. The chairman at first visited often, checking, but soon realized that the new "forester in a skirt" was doing a good job, and left them alone. The first winter passed quietly, and in early spring the dog began to disappear for a long time in the forest. The woman did not know what to think, anxiously waiting for the late "son". But one day the dog did not come alone.

On the edge, not far from the house, stood a young she-wolf. This is how the reason for being late and disappearing was revealed.

A young family settled in a booth. And everything would be fine, but the she-wolf did not want to put up with the presence of a person. As soon as the woman approached the booth, she immediately hid, growled and grinned. One night a dog scratched at the door and whined softly. The woman ran out into the yard. He led her to the booth.

The she-wolf was lying on the mat and was breathing with difficulty. The woman climbed inside and, affectionately saying, began to feel her. The she-wolf, weakened by the disease, did not resist, only whimpered softly. All the bones were intact, and the mouth was clean. What happened?

The woman didn't know what to do. The alarmed dog was lying next to his friend, looking at the "mother" in hope. Unable to sit at home, she took an old sheepskin coat and lay down in the kennel. Cramped, but warm and even a little cozy. The dog lay down on the threshold and, without blinking, looked at the "wife". By morning, the woman overcame sleep. She woke up from the fact that someone was licking her face. Opening her eyes, she met a yellow wolf's gaze.

The she-wolf tucked her short fur coat with which the woman was hiding with her nose and crawled under it, curled up in a ball, warming and warming herself. The woman gently touched her nose. Wet. Calm that everything worked out, the woman fell asleep.

And then the puppies were born. Two strong beautiful boy. Real wolves. That's just the growth and color went to the father. With the same white spot on the chest. But with joy came grief. Protecting the house from a bear, the dog died. The woman buried him there, next to a large white birch. And then two women cried over the grave all night, having lost their son and husband. The she-wolf did not leave the woman. Soon in the village they got used to her and did not call her anything other than "daughter-in-law".

But human life not endless. The chairman was driving to the forester's house, when suddenly a wolf rushed under the horse's feet. Having miraculously stayed in the saddle, he had already pulled the gun from his shoulder, as he recognized the “daughter-in-law”. The she-wolf rushed along the road and whined. Sensing something was wrong, the man urged on the horse. He found her in the house already cold. The paramedic was called and said that his heart had stopped. The woman was buried in the village cemetery. All this time, the chairman saw the flashing backs of three wolves. Silver, she-wolves, and black, her sons. And at night the whole village could not sleep. The wolves howled.

What happened to the she-wolf and her puppies? I asked.

They went into the forest.

They say that the she-wolf did not let a single wolf near her until her death. And three years later she was found dead on the dog's grave. The chairman, not listening to anyone, buried her nearby. Puppies grew up and became leaders. They also had children. And the most amazing thing is that packs that had black leaders never attacked people and livestock. And the hunters didn't touch them either. Remembered about faithful dog and his girlfriend.

The skin is black, but the soul is white! - talked about them.

And they also talked about a strange woman helping to find the way for those lost in the forest. She always has two dogs with her. One of which looks like a she-wolf.

Afanasyev glanced at his wounded hand—two fingers could no longer be saved. I wonder how he will use the left without the middle and index? Although now he was more concerned about how interest Ask for thought, nothing more. Two fingers is bullshit compared to the fact that he can get stuck here in the ice.

He looked back at the tracks from the wide skis, stretching behind him, and lost already thirty meters from him, among the endless snow and small crumbs falling from the sky. Tiny pieces of ice scratched his already hardened face, but that was worse: because of the falling snow, visibility was almost non-existent. I had to go almost blindly, there was no hope for a compass. Nikita didn't even get it. He knew that initially, when he left the station, he was moving correctly, but now ... now he could only hope that he had not lost his way.

A wolf howled in the distance. Afanasiev shook his head, throwing off his stupor. What wolf? There couldn't be any wolves here. There is not much life here in general. Most likely, just a blizzard, look how it played out. He strode forward, rearranging his skis with difficulty. How much longer will it last - until the end of this day, until night? .. For the second day he has been walking through this snowy desert. Nikita himself was even surprised at his perseverance.

He wanted to sleep so much. Now to lie down in another snowdrift. In appearance, he is so soft, especially since his eyes stuck together. He will sleep a little, and then he will get up and move on. Literally an hour...

— Stop! Nikita shouted into the void. - Stop! You know yourself that you won't wake up again! Walk, walk, walk!!

Left, right, left, right. Skis alternately moved, leaving behind even stripes. He will make it and survive. He will return with the others to the station and find out what happened there. And now it was just a matter of walking. In the name of those who are lost. In the name of myself...

He was gone only half a day, even less, only five hours. Nikita went to take readings from the instruments. Several, as he thought, were out of order after another storm. Now I'll have to poke around again for half a day to fix them. We had to move faster. The storm did not pass, it only calmed down for a few hours. Artur did not want to let Nikita go alone, but Vasya had a high fever and someone had to stay with him.

“You know, I thought I heard a wolf howling at night,” Arthur admitted, watching Nikita put on warm clothes.

— Wolves? There are no wolves here, - Nikita was eight years older than Arthur, so he allowed himself a little indulgence towards the Armenian.

- Yes, I know. It just seemed.

- Look after Vasya, if in an hour the temperature does not drop, give more antibiotics. I wrote there.” He pointed to the table.

- Good.

- I'll be back in the evening. Maybe even earlier.

He left without even looking back. Nikita thought that in a few hours he would see them again...

He returned, indeed, before evening. With two faulty devices weighing ten kilograms each. He was still angry, again Arthur did not close the door tightly, did he not feel the cold?

He stepped inside and froze tensely. Everything was turned upside down, including their beds, stained with dark purple stains. And no bodies. Nikita ransacked everything - no food, no medicine. Have they gone? But where does the blood come from? Afanasiev drew attention to the sheet lying in the corner. Right in the middle were the same bloody spots, but they meant something. He took the fabric in the exact place where the letters were, and then there was a dry click.

Nikita managed to twitch and the trap only tore off the skin from two fingers, however, completely clean. “Damn. Bitch. Where are you from?” he kicked the trap with his foot. It was definitely not theirs. Polar explorers simply did not have such traps. Afanasyev tore off part of the sheet with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around it. Blood immediately appeared on the tissue. If it's Arthur... Nikita didn't even know what he'd do with this guy. Well, now there is nothing to do, there was no point in waiting for the transport. We must go to the station.

The air howled again. Nikita stopped, covering his eyes with his mitten. For a moment, he saw the figure of a wolf growing in front of him. No, it's absolute nonsense. He walked on, shielding himself from the flakes flying in his face. Afanasiev raised his left glove, already soaked through with his own blood, to his face, and pulled it deeper with his teeth. He didn't feel pain, and that was bad.

He tried to move his little finger, but did not understand whether it worked or not. To hell with them, with fingers, no matter how they chop off the hand. With three fingers you can still somehow live, but with a stump it's another matter. Nikita began to think about how they would cut off his arm - at the wrist or at the elbow. Although, who will cut off if he perishes here?

Nikita took two more steps and stood up. He told himself to go, but his feet seemed to sink into warm cement. There was no longer any strength to move on. It was the end.

He was ready to die, hopelessness embraced him, as the local snow embraced every piece of land. Nikita no longer paid attention to the howl, which seemed to come from just a few steps away from him. Everything was no longer true. Even when two figures emerged from the whitish void and with a soft gait, slightly springy with each step, went towards him.

— Ripe, — carefully examined him one.

Nikita lazily looked up and wasn't even surprised by Arthur's grinning face. Vasya was standing next to him, hesitating, he was clearly embarrassed.

- How? How are you here? - Afanasiev's lips froze to the gums, so it was difficult to speak.

"That's a different question," said Arthur. - Do you want to live. And what are you willing to do for it? Vasya really wanted to live ...

Nikita clenched his teeth so that his weather-beaten face showed jaws. He struggled to say something strong, hurtful. But in the cold air there was only a short quiet: "Yes." Arthur grinned even more, with one blow he threw Nikita on the snow and tore off his left mitten. He dug into the still warm flesh, rolling his eyes in pleasure. Afanasiev lay and looked at him, he didn’t even have the strength to resist.

“Do you hear,” the polar explorer hit another on the shoulder to make him stop.

Both stopped listening to the frosty evening silence. Somewhere in the distance, the wind whistled, through which, as if reluctantly, a wolf's howl broke through.

“Not alone,” continued the polar explorer.

- Yeah, two or three. But this is nonsense. Where are they from?

“The devil knows… Although it is really strange.

The howl occasionally fell silent, after a while again spreading over the snow-white desert. And each time it got closer and closer.

- Some bullshit...

- Let's go back.

They turned around, since they were only a kilometer away from the station, maybe a little more. It was necessary to quickly inform the chief about the wolves that had come from nowhere. Who knows how many there are.

The skis rolled downhill easily, a little more, and they would pick up iron mugs with hot tea and taste the fragrant canned soup. They will move closer to the stove ... The polar explorer did not have time to dream, because a huge figure of a wolf appeared in front of him.

- Why are you stopping, Mitya? - a friend ran into him from behind.

Two more joined the first wolf. One is already elderly, seasoned, slyly gleaming eyes and the second, very young. Two years old, no older. The animals began to confidently surround the polar explorers, taking them into a semicircle. These creatures did not even growl, only silently grinned. A moment and three almost simultaneous jumps, steel clicking of strong jaws and a short scream. It was easy, too easy.

Arthur stepped on a piece of meat with his paw and tore off a slightly smaller one, one that he could swallow. He lifted his head and looked to where the station was. Where there was food. A lot of food. His head jerked up on his own, and a satisfied boyish cry escaped from his throat. His brethren echoed him, and for a long time the wolf howl sounded over the snowy desert.