I had just finished quenching my thirst by the reservoir and by now, my savage hunger for fleshy meat and the sensation of oozing blood overwhelmed me. A huge raging desire seized my body and carried me across the blinding fields of snow and slippery ice towards the faintest scent of meat. As the scent grew stronger and stronger, I could already taste that raw meat, fresh and fleshy, with its juices exploding and flooding into my yearning body. By now, I had already caught sight of the antelope, and was rapidly gaining on them, first seeing them as a distorted image like a cubism painting, but then as they came closer and closer to their death, the image started straightening out like when a fog drifts away and all is clear once again. Finally, I was side by side with one of the antelopes and I compressed all my energy into one gigantic fury ball, which I released all in a split second at the antelope's side.

     The enormous blow, packed with momentum and hell's wrath, instantly crushed the antelope and knocked him out unconscious. Satisfied with this kill, I crouched down beside the lifeless antelope and took a monstrous bite out of the antelope that I had just slaughtered. I felt the blood tickling my fur gently as it slithered down my face. The more I felt the sensation, the more eagerly I tore at rest of the antelope. I loved that wonderful feeling I obtained by ripping through that succulent flesh.

     I have crisp, golden-brown eyes, hear the faintest movements of prey, taste the familiarity of the air, feel the surging blood through my body, and hear the call of the wild. I am Anthony, the great leader of the Farm Lake Pack.

     Two days had past since I had devoured every scrap of flesh. I was ready to go join the rest of the pack down southeast by South Farm Lake. I gathered up myself, and started trotting at a brisk pace towards the general direction of South Farm Lake, trying to pick up the smell of the wolves of my pack - the Farm Lake Pack. About a day after I had started on my way, I finally caught on to the scent of one of my pack - Alex. Once detecting this, I accelerated to full speed and blazed across the fields.

     Another two days past, and I had finally caught up with my pack, traveling twice as much as I usually would each day in order to cover distance. When I finally caught up, I greeted them with "Hey guys! What's up?"

     Ken, Alex, Chris, and Andy all looked up in surprise to see me. Then Alex said, "Yo! WASSUP DAWG?"

     "Nothing much, dude" I responded. "I'm glad at least somebody remembers me."

     "HEY! Are you IMPLYING that I none of us BESIDES Alex remembers you? Of course we do!" screamed Chris.

     "Yeah, duh, of course we rememba ya… Ya think we have memories like old geezers who are like 5,000 year old? C'mon, give us a break dude." added Andy.

     "If YOU remember us, what makes you think we wouldn't remember YOU?" Ken asked.

     "ALRIGHT! Please CALM down! All of you. I'm just glad we're back together now. My twisted foot has recovered and I'm back in business!" I replied cheerfully, trying to change the mood.

     Of course everyone still remembered who I was and my role in the pack, so I was back to the position of leader in no time, and leading them southeast towards Minneapolis, where we had heard many wild wolves have been tamed, bought, and made into sled teams. We looked eagerly upon becoming a sled team, finding a knowledgeable master/leader, and journeying across vast, endless lands filled with nature's beauty.