Amaroq crested the snowy knoll. His pack lopped up behind him, skinny and weary. His beta, Yeller, gave a yip. A "I just caught the scent of a full grown bull moose" kind of yip. The pack was starving. The time of famine had come to the tundra. The Nunak pack was a pack of the moose. But the moose had moved to different grounds for the time being. A lone moose was an uncertain sight, but a welcome one. Amaroq signaled to his pack with a howl "The hunt begins".~~~~
Red troted next to Belka and Black Lips. Silver Moon was sniffing the air. Red was the omega, and his pack only kept him around for another hunter. Yeller directed him to charge the bull towards the rest of the pack with Black Lips. They took off. But the bull didn't flea. It charged straight at Red. Black Lips managed to swerve, but Red didn't. He felt a huge impact, and then all his bones seemed to shatter and crack all it once.~~~~
Amaroq knew what had happened all to soon.

Amaroq couldn't believe his eyes. This devastation can't keep happening, can it? 2 men had come with rifles and chased down Buck. Now they had placed a chain collar and chain over his neck. Desparetly he struggled, until the man gave him a shot and he went limp. Amaroq watched as they put him in their helicopter and flew off. Now only he, Yeller, Silver Moon, Black Lips, and Red Rover remained. Belka had been taken by the men as well. 5 wolves!


Will finish later if peeps want me to??