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WOLF Running Chasing The cold Arctic wind blows against my face Finding the young and sickly Singling out our prey Attacking the chosen musk-ox The joy of the hunt The fun of the chase The musk-ox is down Dying We have food We can survive The alpha pair eat I watch The other wolves eat I watch For I am the lowly omega wolf Wolf of least importance in the pack But I have helped to kill our prey I am a part of the pack And so I will get my share
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