Creative Writing: A Wolf's Cry

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A Wolf’s Cry Wolves are misunderstood. Beautiful and wild, never able to be tamed, and the epitome of freedom. They only want to be accepted and loved for what they are. Now, here I stood, at the International Wolf Center, located in Ely, MN. Chubby, youthful faces pressed eagerly against the glass windows overlooking the enclosure. Their eyes were wide with wonder as they stared out across the meager, lightly wooded area. I found their giddiness contagious and soon, I too, scanned the woods for any movement or flash. Suddenly, I saw a furry face duck behind some high grasses growing near the pond. It emerged again suddenly and I could do nothing but gawk in awe. The large, gray wolf revealed itself to our prying gaze, but paid us little attention. Snagging a pair of binoculars from the bench beside me, I focused in on him. A hunk of flesh and hide lay at the wolf’s feet and he remained engrossed in his task. His sharp, serrated incisors made short work of the tough meat as he sliced through it. Every so often he would turn his muzzle and gnaw away at his meal with dull molars.
The coarse hair across his back appeared thick and dusted with a rust …show more content…

They had named the stuffed wolf Lucky, and kept him because of his interesting story. Though I do not recall all the details of his oppression, I remember that they had collared him in the wild to track his movement. At one point they lost the signal, and when they finally located him several months later, he had been found, ironically dead, near a retirement home parking lot. After performing an autopsy on his carcass, they determined the cause of death to be malnutrition. He had diminished, becoming scrawny and most likely living off of garbage scraps. This story saddened me deeply because I felt shame that a once perfect creature should waste away into nothingness. Now thoroughly troubled, I continued to roam the wolf center’s

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