The Brothers 6

Denzil didn’t get home last night
So the next day, we both took flight
To Run  fast through that fallen snow
To look for our chum where ere he did go
Denzil he could run he was the fastest
The pack numb as to why he didn’t come back
He liked to always head to the Lakota camp
We set forth and the snow was soft and damp
In deep soft snow you really must attack it
Its tiring too for your feet get stuck and you
just walking ordinarily exhausts,

but running
that takes piles of power and doing it up to an hourand climbing upwards on the icy horst
Well I was truly horrified how weakening it was
So Lone went off ahead, but then I heard
a rather mooted growl,and then a haunting howl

and Lone had heard it too and he was led
both got to the clearing together and lying in the snow there Denzil, He
Was bleeding from his left leg clearly he’d been trapped and forced against the roots of an old tree.
He was panting, His young eyes were fired up clearly
We  licked his wound and really tried so hard
To free him, but found it hard to do it
Lone went off to find some of our Lakota Friends,Little Elk and his Sister Pigeon Blue
They came and Denzil soon was freed but clearly, was very badly injured and so we
All went to lakota camp Little Elk took turns to carry Denzil down there rapidly.
For 2 weeks Denzil stayed till he was stronger and then we went to fetch him, he looked pale
We got him back to the cave but he was very tired
The last part of our trip was through a gale
We all got back thoroughly exhausted but Denzil didn’t recover all that well within 6 months he had gone onto wolf paradise
the shock was just too much and his time was hell.

The trap, he told us was a brand new shiny one, so the Trappers were now closer to our cave , we, would have to be more careful where we wandered, or end up like our Brother in some grave
Its awful when the evil hits one’s manor
These scum bags have no sentient appeal
They’re hard as nails and off the rails of sanity
And clearly our adversary are real
We decided we’d go out and try and find them
and teach them, wolves in two’s and three’s can pose
A sigifcant risk to them despite their fire sticks
And we frightened a few of them God only knows
Encroaching through our habitat,laying traps and poisoned bait
Clearly they are the lowest of the low
Its terrible to get stuck in these awful traps
Its a truly agonising way to go
Blood loss in those freezing temperatures
that comes at night
Some have bitten off their own leg they
Were then killed by the trapper who skinned them whilst alive in that case wolf paradise seemed too far away
Our fur is for the ladies in their fineries
Our downy soft fur, ruffs and muffs and more
To kill an apex predator and steal away his skin is an evil beyond reckoning for sure
We hunt in packs and now must fight these hunters, these trappers and just try to co-exist
We all are sworn to murdering the bastards
its something I find I cannot resist
If I stumble on one shitting in the forest
I will take a lump and run my arse away
All of us are committed now to showing them that the wolves are wild and we view them as our prey.