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My life hasn’t been easy as an abandoned child. Deep in the forest I was, crying into the wide open air with only snakes and spiders that could hear me. I noticed not the glares of a pack of wolves closing in on me, curiously sniffing the air with some soft growl here and there. The leader approached me and as a baby I was too busy whining loudly to notice him. A sinister breeze went by and the wolf leader lunged at me. Gentle he gripped me by the skin, but he did not injure me, only carried me. Arriving at a cave dwelling at the bottom of a large cliff I was put down and trinkets were carried to me. They cared for me as one of their own and years passed by. I learned to gather food for the fellow whelps and protect the family from any danger. In the beginning some of the wolves seemed not to approve of me completely, but my mother always cared for me and defended me. Over time I grew into a true member of the pack and taught other young whelps how to be an asset to the pack. I have grown older over the years and every once in a while a thought flashes by where I think of my birth-mother and I can not help my urges to look for her. I have spoken to my wolf-mother and she always convinces me to stay, telling me about humans who only wish the hunt our family and think of nothing but themselves. The leader is growing old and not much time remains for us to stay together. As I come closer, he tells me: “If it is what you really wish for, see the humans for yourself and judge them with your own experience. You will see what they truly are”. After the death of my mother, I go bid my farewell to the family and go on to journey the world, hoping to visit these humans that I have heard much about.