div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Jasper Park/div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Alberta, Canada/div
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div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Winter/div
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div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"The massive bull moose finally collapsed into the snow, felled by Winston's jaws crushing the moose's neck. Crimson blood stained the snow from the bleeding wound as Winston ripped open the neck with much force. The other members of the hunt squad rushed over and howled over their fresh kill. Winston's strong front paws planted themselves over the deceased's head and utter a howl louder and deeper than his comrades. "This was a good winter morning. Take pride in our accomplishment here, men. Not very often that we can bring to our families a feast like this during the coldest of seasons."/div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"The other wolves howled with pride when suddenly, one of them caught sight of a faint rustling beneath the snow near them. Winston noticed as well and relieved himself from the fallen bull to walk towards the moving white powder. The closer he moved, the more clear it became that he saw the distinct color of gray and black mixed in with the white. He bent his head low and used his nose to brush the snow away./div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Buried underneath was a wolf pup, no younger than two months old. The pup was covered in gray fur and his head was topped with a black mane. His eyes were opened very slighty and Winston noticed a cerulean-blue color to them./div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;""Hutch, Saphina!" Winston called out jusf soft enough that only the supporting Alphas and Betas could hear. "Go back to the den and alert Eve. Help her to set a place in our cave for our guest. The rest of you take our kill home."/div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Hutch and Saphina nodded almost immediately and ran off towards the path while the other wolves struggled to move the dead moose. Winston carefully picked up the pup by the scruff of his neck, at the same time searching for any sign of the wolf's parents. All was silent except for Winston's deep low breathing, the sounds of the pup's faint whimpers and the cold winter wind breezing through their fur. Winston scanned the area one last time, then began walking with the pup down the path following the rest of the wolves. He would return to search again later after the pup had been tended to./div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Alberta, Canada/div
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div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Winter/div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"9:09 am/div
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div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"The massive bull moose finally collapsed into the snow, felled by Winston's jaws crushing the moose's neck. Crimson blood stained the snow from the bleeding wound as Winston ripped open the neck with much force. The other members of the hunt squad rushed over and howled over their fresh kill. Winston's strong front paws planted themselves over the deceased's head and utter a howl louder and deeper than his comrades. "This was a good winter morning. Take pride in our accomplishment here, men. Not very often that we can bring to our families a feast like this during the coldest of seasons."/div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"The other wolves howled with pride when suddenly, one of them caught sight of a faint rustling beneath the snow near them. Winston noticed as well and relieved himself from the fallen bull to walk towards the moving white powder. The closer he moved, the more clear it became that he saw the distinct color of gray and black mixed in with the white. He bent his head low and used his nose to brush the snow away./div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Buried underneath was a wolf pup, no younger than two months old. The pup was covered in gray fur and his head was topped with a black mane. His eyes were opened very slighty and Winston noticed a cerulean-blue color to them./div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;""Hutch, Saphina!" Winston called out jusf soft enough that only the supporting Alphas and Betas could hear. "Go back to the den and alert Eve. Help her to set a place in our cave for our guest. The rest of you take our kill home."/div
div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px;"Hutch and Saphina nodded almost immediately and ran off towards the path while the other wolves struggled to move the dead moose. Winston carefully picked up the pup by the scruff of his neck, at the same time searching for any sign of the wolf's parents. All was silent except for Winston's deep low breathing, the sounds of the pup's faint whimpers and the cold winter wind breezing through their fur. Winston scanned the area one last time, then began walking with the pup down the path following the rest of the wolves. He would return to search again later after the pup had been tended to./div