Maya, a Great Plains subspecies of the gray wolf, was born on May 5, 2004 and was a littermate to Grizzer. She matured to an adult female weight of 80 lbs. She was best described as the predator of the pack, if something is in quick motion, Maya was sure to track it and pounce.
Maya was euthanized Tuesday, March 1st, 2011 after a veterinary determination that a compound fracture and dislocation to her left hind leg could not be repaired. The decision to euthanize Maya was made in accordance with requirements of the USDA Animal Welfare Act and an organizational euthanasia policy approved por the Center’s Vet Care Team. Maya's death was a tragic loss and the dominance displayed por Maya will not be forgotten. She was a pack leader, and showed her status despite her smaller size.
R.I.P
Maya
Species
Common Name: gray wolf, ulv (Danish)
Latin Name: Canis lupus
Subspecies
Common Name: arctic wolf
Latin Name: Canis lupus arctos
Current lobo Population, Trend, Status
Number of wolves: About 50
Population trend: Unknown
Legal protection: Protection with some exceptions
dont miss out for the other real wolfs series
So it was the sunday after his grandparents had fixed everything and he was walking and he ran right into a lobo he hadn't seen before and he wanted to knock the wolfs lights out but then he realized who it was it was the new arival Seth 'Sorry' Seth said and curtis said 'Oh it ok' 'welcome' and then curtis showed Seth around a bit then he showed Seth his antro, den and seth liked it alot then suddenly Curtis heard 'Who's this loser?' and then laughing he whipped around to se justin and curtis's old friends standing there...
Species
Common Names: gray wolf, lobo (Spanish)
Latin Name: Canis lupus
Subspecies
Common Name: Mexican wolf
Latin Name: Canis lupus baileyi
Current lobo Population, Trend, Status
Number of wolves: Unknown, most likely zero
Population trend: Unknown
Legal status: Full protection
I whine in disappointment of not being able to hunt with them because I'm still young.
"Very soon," begins my older brother sitting beside me, "you'll be out there leading the pack just like him and mother."
I know this is true but it seems so far away when I think about it.
My sister nuzzles me with her robusto, forte, cerveja preta nose to play a game with her.
My brother is amused and tells me to not think of hunting, but to live and enjoy my precious moments as a pup.
"You'll be a grown lobo soon enough," he says.
Feeling a twitch of hope within my heart, I race after my sister and over the cold, powdery face of Mother Earth.
I tumble and roll within the flying flakes of Mother Earth's hair so white and clean, knowing that I will someday be a leader, a hunter, and a father of a pack all my own.