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Prey rarely ventures out into open fields for fear of wolves in the wild grasses, stealthily hunting without being seen or heard.
The wolf rules the prairies, taking prey easily with its swiftness of foot and fearsome abilities. The lower animals quiver in fear at its ferociousness and no one dares challenge its dominance. The only thing a big, bad wolf fears is a bigger, badder wolf.
The challenger wolf was no match and was quickly chased away, allowing the mighty hunter to return to its reign of terror over the prey that quivered in its shadow.
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Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Mom, Ice ‘n Ebby all say: Enjoy your big dream, Little Man!
I was a big bad hunter for a little while until someone spoiled it.
Love your daydream Ty-wolf!