Prologue
It was a sunny morning in a large forest the morning dew was starting to dry off the green grama and animais were starting to wake are story begins in a small cave. Inside the cave were four lobos a dark grey male lobo with blue eyes and a light grey female lobo with red eyes seguinte to them was a small dark grey pup with blue eyes and a larger pup with light grey pele, peles and red eyes. Both pups were male the light grey pup was named Lechu and his smaller brother was named lachu. The mother lobo looked at the cachorro, filhote de cachorro with her warm kind eyes "they are beautiful" the mother said with a smile as bright as the afternoon sun 'I agree Tina" the father said with pride in his eyes which were colored like the near por lake. Tina looked at her mate and said " Jake I think they will make us proud" Jake smiled and replied "I don't think, I know they will".
It was a sunny morning in a large forest the morning dew was starting to dry off the green grama and animais were starting to wake are story begins in a small cave. Inside the cave were four lobos a dark grey male lobo with blue eyes and a light grey female lobo with red eyes seguinte to them was a small dark grey pup with blue eyes and a larger pup with light grey pele, peles and red eyes. Both pups were male the light grey pup was named Lechu and his smaller brother was named lachu. The mother lobo looked at the cachorro, filhote de cachorro with her warm kind eyes "they are beautiful" the mother said with a smile as bright as the afternoon sun 'I agree Tina" the father said with pride in his eyes which were colored like the near por lake. Tina looked at her mate and said " Jake I think they will make us proud" Jake smiled and replied "I don't think, I know they will".
The eyesight of lobos is not fully understood, thought it is probably similar to that of domesticated dogs. Compared with humans, lobos have three to four times the density of light-sensing rods in their retinas, which gives them keener night vision. Yet because they lack a fovea (the tiny pit on the retina) they cannot match a human's ability to focus on objects at a long distance.
The eerie, harmonic chorus howl so engrained in our collective unconscious is used both defensively and to rally the pack. Chorus howling also brings the lobos enjoyment, thought pack politics dictate that low-ranking lobos not to cadastrar-se in uninvited.
AerinDeer
I was inspired to write this story when I saw a book at the biblioteca clled The Sight. It had the face of a white lobo with glinting copper eyes, and that inspired me to enter the world of wolves. Howl of a lobo is a huge success, and I have a few good reviews of the story. I plan to have it published, and it may end up in your own hands someday.