White lobo

I woke up one morning in my den,the sun was shining in and blinding my eyes. I decided to get up and walk outside,and when I did,there was a bleeding lobo on the ground a few trees away. I hurried over there and looked the lobo over,trying to see what happened. Because the wolf's eyes were closed,I nudged the fallen lobo in the neck. His eyes opened slowly,and when he saw me,his eyes grew wide and he figeted to get up;he whimpered. "A-are you okay?" The unknown lobo didn't respond and a backed away and sat down. I figured that he was nervous that a stranger was staring at him. I tried again,...

The wolf. When most people think of a wolf, they think of a big, bad, snarling creature. lobos aren't like that at all. They are just as afraid of you as you are to them. lobos are social animals, but humans have driven them away por ruining their habitat, and destroying their packs. lobos still roam the Earth, but are very rare in numbers. Many lobos live in Idaho or Canada, and even Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. The lobo is a stereotype. Take Little Red Riding capuz, capa for example. In this story, the lobo is the evil one. No lobos would dress up as a grandma (duh!) And lobos certainly...