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The harsh reality blowing in the snow
By Luna Lopez-Andrews, age 12
I lie curled on the ground. The cold is creeping closer and closer. I know I have to keep moving but it is so cold that even the squirrel I killed is starting to freeze.
I rise and pick up the icy squirrel in my jaws. I have to get home to my pups. They need food but I can barely nurse them for I am starving. I had to go hunting. I had to. The blizzard had come in so fast and now I am here. But where is here? All I can see is white.
I move around the rock where I was resting. The harsh wind makes me blink. I thought of my pups: four small, white fluff balls. Will I see them again? I start to move into the wind but it shifts direction. Am I going the right way? The snow
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It is soft. Could it be a bear? I start to run backwards then spin around and race in the opposite direction. The ground gives way. No! A cliff and I am falling. I hit the ground. Pain is seeping through my body. Where is the squirrel?
I hear a howl. What is that smell? It is wolves! They are all around me. They must have smelt the blood. l don’t know how many there are. Wait. The snow is slowing. I can see their ribs through their patchy hides. They are hungry too.
The white blind in front of my eyes gone, I can see something familiar. It’s my den. There are three wolves. Stronger and bigger than me but I thought of my pups waiting for me to feed them. I leap on to the closest wolf’s neck and taste its blood. My teeth nicked its cheekbone. It shook me off and I went flying to the ground. Everything hurt. I cannot beat them but maybe I can lure them away. I start running from my pups even though all I wanted to do was to go to them.
An elk! It stood there. Maybe it was still snow blind. I ran toward the elk then veered toward some boulders and hid in the crevice hoping the wolves would chase it. My stomach ached but not just because I was hungry. I was scared. My heart pounded. Would they hunt me? The weaker prey or go for the bigger
It's still snowing. It's been snowing since noon. The wind is howling; it must be at least 30 m.p.h.
The weather report warned of a deep mass of arctic air settling over the region. This warning is like the old timer in To Build a Fire as warned the man of the cold in the mountains and gave him advice. The person in Freezing to Death said “It’s maybe five or six miles more to that penciled square. You run that far every day before breakfast. You’ll just put on your skis.”
My legs ache from this long, treacherous hike. As I walk up the rocky, steep trail, my feet start to slip, but I regain balance before I fall. I shiver from the extremely cold temperatures, and my body starts to go numb. Soon I realize, my body can not take this hike for much longer. When I find a nice place to rest and make camp, I pray that there are no bears or other predators that are looking for a feast. Just as I was about to get some sleep, I hear a loud noise, coming from the mountains. I look over and see an avalanche coming down straight towards me. I grab all my stuff and start running the other way, trying my hardest to get away from the rocks tumbling towards me. This extreme place is located in the Rocky Mountain Range, and is the highest point in Colorado and the rocky mountain range.Mount Elbert has an impact on animal's, temperature, and the steepness and extremeness of the mountain.
For hundreds of thousands years humans were afraid of them, but we and them teamed up and took on the world. This species of wolf had a very brave pack of wolfs that came and ate the scraps from human meals. Those wolfs grew and gave us new pups for us to raise, and over millennia more and more wolves were born and getting closer to humans. Scope also states this, “The cycle repeated over and over, resulting in generation after generation of wolves that were willing to get close to people.
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captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
The tape rolled and I found my feet wedged back into the blanket of snow, brows furrowed and taut – staring. My toes were numb and my red fingers quivered as the snowflakes caked my lashes. It blurred my vision, not that it made a difference: the white flecks had obscured the sight of anything ahead of me and each deposit of snow pricked my rosy cheeks like an iced pin. The snowmen stood in a regimented line, stick arms saluting Mother Nature.
The Night Wolf The blazing hot fire crackles against the cold, whipping winds, which echo throughout the soundless night. Stone-grey owls hoot in the distance, their striking yellow eyes piercing the darkness like a silver sewing needle. I tuck my forest-green hood over my strawberry-red hair, shivering against the freezing breeze. My brother, John, tosses more chopped-up wood into the fire, which shoots up and becomes brighter and warmer. I start to relax as the heat seeps into my chilled bones, loosening all my tense muscles.
The grass was waist high, I ran my hand across the dry, brittle grass stalks, as I walked, listening to the birds singing joyfully about our arrival and coyotes yelping about the approaching dusk. Occasionally I would pull a stalk of grass and poke Curtis with it, affectionately. He, of course, did not find it as affectionate or amusing as I did and I received a multitude of dirty looks, for being “bothersome”. Once arriving at the barn, we settled in to wait, on a clear shot. Shortly after we settled in, we started hearing the squirrels scamper in the tree line. As any hunter knows, squirrels are not quiet by nature. How a one pound, or less, squirrel can make as much, if not more, noise than a one hundred plus pound deer, beats me. Every time a squirrel made its annoying venture from tree to tree, our ears would perk up and our eyes would jump to where the noise was coming from. Squirrels bring disappointment to even the most experienced and patient hunters. After hearing squirrels until just before dusk, I finally had a deer come into sight. My arm hairs raised with my excitement, I whispered to Curtis that I see quite a few deer, just on the other side of the minute hump in the field. He pulls up his rifle to get a better look at the deer, at the same time I do. We both say, we think the closest one is a doe. I
As I walked I let my eyes close and my feet feel the groove in the gravel. My mind, still asleep, dreamt of breathing. The lining of my father's old coat escaped inside the pockets and caught my fingers, which were numb from the cold. I would have worn gloves but the sun would be unbearable later in the day. The clouds would rise over the mountains and disappear and the birds would slowly become silent as the heat settled in. But for now it was just cold. I tried to warm my neck by breathing down the collar. It smelled like diesel and sweat.