Why me!?(warning: is really sad) pt. 2 comments welcome

[thecatacombwolf]

Chapter 2:
It all started after my pups were four months old. I lost my pack to rabies and starvation. Even my mate died. Life was hard for awhile, until I formed the perfect pack. My pack soon grew and blossomed.... at least until the thunderbirds came. Wolves ran over the valley, one by one being killed from mysteriouse reasons. As my pack slowly died again, soon it was only me and my only pups. Soon the forest was quiet. Until many of the huge gray birds shook the valley. It was not just them, but humans in furs and Forrest colored false furs, came and killed wolves with the boomstick. I became restless and weary. Two of my four pups got caught and token away. Their whines filled my ears as tears flooded my muzzle. I muzzled my two other pups, take and melin.
Those days were just the beginning. ( woooo! Finally done with chapter two and please read One if ya haven't. Also comment if you can and please be nice. Story (c) me.

[Charias]

Aww poor wolfies! I hate wolf hunting!

[thecatacombwolf]

I agree hunting for a trophy is wrong, for we are a kind that is overpopulated and yet do kill humans? No, so why point the finger to the innocent wolves. Anyways thanks and glad you agree. Any trophy hunting is a disgrace and should be illegal.