Oh no! Why am I forced to do this? If there was any way to explain, to show them that I have no choice. I have spent two very hard years alone. After the sky fell, my parents simply disappeared and nobody would help me. The other wolves scared me, they were so big. So I decided to try to live by myself, what other choice I had? In the first days it’s been very hard, trying to hunt alone. It had been so frustrating. Hours turned into days and I still had no food. When all hopes had been drained, I was weak and thin, another wolf was noticed hunting nearby. I had an idea, a bad idea, but it was all I could do. I approached the wolf and hid, waiting for him to finish his meal. When he finished, he left a small portion behind. I could survive just with that small meals for a long time. But after nearly one year doing this, I found out it was not enough. This is how my life as a thief started. I don’t like what I have become, it is so wrong! But I have no choice, I still don’t know how to hunt.

That’s why I am now in this horrible situation. My paws slide quickly and desperately among high trees. Between my jaws, a dead hare. My eyes filled with fear as I run as fast as I can. And chasing after me, an angry ivory wolfess. She is bigger and taller than me. I can already hear her approaching fast. I tried to increase my speed, but it didn’t help. The trees seemed to get closer to each other and I had to slow down a bit, not to hit them. The wolfess wasn’t so agile, she was being left behind.

It didn’t take long until I noticed I was safe. I slowed my pace until I came to a halt at the bottom of a cliff. My frame twisted and my head turned to check if the wolfess was still chasing me… She lost me. A sigh escaped my muzzle as I laid down. Muzzle lowering to put the hare down. I waited a bit more, fully alert, before I proceeded to eat the hare.

I feel so bad for doing such things. If I could just hunt, if I had anyone. I miss my mom and dad… A lot.