"The Wolves" - by Tiago Pires (11)
The sun appeared behind the mountains, stretching with its golden rays, causing the fluffy white snow peaks of the mountains melt.
Wolves woke up and barely came out of their burrows were beginning their morning hunting with hungry air, as they eat no longer a few days ago.
It was a pack of twenty wolves and they all protected each other. An elk grazed the first small herbs that stuck out ashamed amid the white snow, while the pack in the distance, strategically preparing their hunt.
The alpha male was black and burly, had the habit of sit and contemplate the moon, hours and hours on end. I think he wanted to know who lived there or then serving the moon.
On that day, as he toured the mountain, I crossed me with a touch of a wolf pack that. That wolf which could be a threat to me, greeted me kindly as if I were a member of your family. It even seemed that ever met me. Cub Scouts had babies playing everywhere.
Then I lay down on the cold, damp earth and they licked me all over as if they wanted me to be his brother.
At that moment, I felt a burst of happiness, like a thousand rockets take me to the clouds. I did not want to leave. I realized that I was not a stranger to them and that they had already learned to trust me.
Decidedly those trips I took on the mountain for my entertainment, also served to the wolves of that pack realized that I was not a threat to them, but that I could become your friend.
"The Wolves" - by Tiago Pires (11)