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“Whoosh!” It was cold and wet I glanced outside of the 

cave I lived in and sniffed the cold Taiga breeze. I glanced 

back into the cold dark cave. I saw every wolf in my pack 

fast asleep. I snuck outside to see if there was any food I 

could get an early start to hunt, before any of the other 

predators. Nothing, just cold and darkness. I grabbed 

some firewood and started a fire in the cold dark cave. I 

waited a bit longer and then howled to wake up my pack.

When they awoke, we set out to hunt in the cloudy 

Taiga. There were 7 hunting groups of 3, so we had 21 

in all. The rest of the wolves were back at the cave 

guarding. As we were walking, my greatest fear came 

true. Hunters, we heard gunshots louder than 20 

elephants. I ran as fast as a bullet train. I howled to 

signal my pack. They turned and ran back, I did a head 

count at the cave, we were missing one.

I ran into the deep taiga ice. I looked from side 

to side. I ran and howled listening for a 

response. Then I heard a distant howl. I ran 

through the snow I saw the wolf I called out to 

her. Her voice was a soft butterfly. She howled 

back she was ok! I carried her back to the cave 

and bandaged her. We needed to stop this we 

needed a plan.

I devised a plan with my pack. There aren’t 

many trees in the taiga so we or many trees at 

plants at all, so there was really no where for 

the hunters to hide. That gave me an idea. 

There was a huge lake down by the valley, so if 

we circled the hunters and forced them in they 

would freeze from hypothermia! It was at go! 

The wolves and I circled the hunters, they held 

their guns tight but we were faster. I jumped up 

and grabbed one of the hunter’s guns. I threw it 

in the lake. We made them back up until they 

were standing on a rug next to a steep slope. 

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We yanked the rug and they went tumbling 

down into the river. Then it started raining 

cats and dogs. I ran back to the cave and my 

pack followed. That night, when I looked up at 

the moon and the stars that the taiga always 

had and swore that they all smiled back at me.

The next morning when I went hunting, I enjoyed 

the wonderful silence, so silent, so quiet, and so 

perfect! No gunshots, no howling alert dogs, just 

peace. Then it started to rain typical taiga, I 

thought then I turned and sprinted through the 

thorough thick thunderous thunder I called home. 

When I was lying there safe in my cave, my 

home I realized I had everything I ever wanted 

all along. This whole hunter thing was just a 

setback, to my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, 

home in the taiga.

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