CHAPTER ONE
    “I’ve got it!” Shade squeaked.
    “Hurry!” পান্না barked, trying to keep up with him.
    “Corner it there, quick!” Kitmira barked.
    Shade turned the rabbit toward the thick thorn bushes. It was getting tired. Shade pounced; he landed perfectly on its back.
    “Bite it!” Neko commanded.
    Emerald lunged অগ্রবর্তী and sunk her teeth into its neck.
    “Good catch!” Mamma called.
    “Did we hunt...

Lupa leapt high into the air, and landed lightly on a ridged rock. She looked around, feeling a sudden urge to find something. "T-takota?" she called, not sure how she new the name but she obviously did. "Takota? Where are you?" "Kouya! Watch out!" came a frightened voice, and Kouya, if that even was her name, tried to সরানো out of the way of the mystrious object that mysteriously was coming at her, but she was too late. Sonething silver pierced her chest, and she screamed in pain and fell back, off the rock and onto the cold ground. "Kouya!" was the last thing she heard before it all went black....

I woke up one morning in my den,the sun was shining in and blinding my eyes. I decided to get up and walk outside,and when I did,there was a bleeding নেকড়ে on the ground a few trees away. I hurried over there and looked the নেকড়ে over,trying to see what happened. Because the wolf's eyes were closed,I nudged the fallen নেকড়ে in the neck. His eyes opened slowly,and when he saw me,his eyes grew wide and he figeted to get up;he whimpered. "A-are আপনি okay?" The unknown নেকড়ে didn't respond and a backed away and sat down. I figured that he was nervous that a stranger was staring at him. I tried again,...

The wolf. When most people think of a wolf, they think of a big, bad, snarling creature. নেকড়ে aren't like that at all. They are just as afraid of আপনি as আপনি are to them. নেকড়ে are social animals, but humans have driven them away দ্বারা ruining their habitat, and destroying their packs. নেকড়ে still roam the Earth, but are very rare in numbers. Many নেকড়ে live in Idaho অথবা Canada, and even Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. The নেকড়ে is a stereotype. Take Little Red Riding ঘোমটা for example. In this story, the নেকড়ে is the evil one. No নেকড়ে would dress up as a grandma (duh!) And নেকড়ে certainly...