How the wild wolves turned into winter bears.
Freedom, excitement, busy.
All these different words can be described towards wolves, fascinating creatures.
Running through forests
Prancing through snow
Gazing through stars
Each in their own pack,
Busy busy busy!
Beautiful skins shining in the sun
Beautiful eyes shining through the moon
Beautiful paws hitting the foliage and snow
These wild creatures cannot be tamed
Constantly at work and living life.
Although each day is perfect, a large sickness came as thick as fog through the forest.
Panic dusted the excitement.
Many wolves fallen from breathing the heavy fog.
Dreadful sickness killed many
Horrible cries and howls of sickness over death
Scary thoughts of who the sickness would get next
Underground in deep dens to hide from the fog
Anyone left that hasn't fallen now stays within the den.
Scared to leave, we stay. Watching everyone else outside slowly became nothing to the fog.
We fall into a deep hibernation within the den and caves, becoming winter bears.
Freedom becomes less, our thoughts slowly turning into three things.
Will we be free to roam the packed forest once again, wild wolves...
Or will we forever be hibernating winter bears?