I am panting as soon as I get away from them. I don't need another attack. I start to get scared and wonder where to turn when I see a wolf walk up to me. I could recognize her but she hated me. I sigh and just keep walking. All of a sudden it hits me. I yelp as it does. I pass out and a few hunrts pick me up. They release me into a new habitat when I wake and I dart off as soon as they do. I run until I reach a small den and I stay there. I see a few wolves but I didn't feel like causing any troulbe. One of them looked like me only male and has large muscles. The other was a gray wolf which I could tell was female. They were arguing over something which I wondered what. I sneak close and listen to the conversation. "SHUT UP DRAKE!" the girl screams. "Oh come on" He says as his tail hits her side. She growls at this. "Drake I am searious stop it!" "Okay okay. Jesus Chelsea." He says. Oh now I know the names. The brown and black one was Drake and the gray female was Chelsea. "wow they fight like mates," I said quietly to myself. Chelsea heard me. "You ehar that Drake?" She asks. "Yeah" He replied. "Lets go check it out" Chelsea says heading in my direction. Drake nods and follwos.
Lakota, a Great Plains subspecies of the gray wolf, was born April 28, 1993 and was the omega female to her sister MacKenzie since they were pups. When MacKenzie died on May, 21, 2008, she became the sole surviving member of the Retired Pack. To help her with the separation anxiety that she experienced with MacKenzie's loss, Lakota was given access to the pack holding area for face to face contact with the Exhibit Pack, supervised visits to the wolf yard and lab, as well as visits from Wolf Care Staff and the Curator's dog Jake. This eased the transition for her loss, and all of these efforts made her comfortable for the rest of her life.
R.I.P
Lakota