the last of our kind

the cold alaska wind blow in my ears, and on my soft white fur, the pack folowing me. We are the last of our kind, true canadian alaskin wolves, i stop walking, the pack confused, suddenly i lift my head and a long forgotten cry rings out, i howl a great thundering howl, it echos over the land, and picked up by the wind. Soon the pack joins in, singing the song of happyness and joy. After we continu owr search for food.

its short but its good, in this story im tundra also alpha male again

Could become a nice little scrap to a larger story.