Wolves' Platoon

Many know I thrive in the wilderness, survival’s key and an empty belly finds me easily. Checking nooks n crannies, keen eyes would come in handy. Jaws appearing preparatively packed to lead this pack to greatness. Baby steps before I crawl into a walker sweet talking my way savoring every morsel. Each delectable meal finessed with the midas touch, a few extra pounds are beautiful so long as the right body parts get their cut. Before the wolfing commences, we pray then devour the preyed. No remains, if Nicki Minaj was a dungeon dragon she too would be slain. Us carnivores gotta stick together, since Jordan was a sneakerhead we should be swift, lighter than feathers. My brethren and I marching forward in a herd treading lightly in the moonlight some raids go unheard. Instincts? Not relevant so its evidentially evident scraps aren’t salvaged for evidence. Come dawn when we break fast for lunch, who skips dinner? As a whole, a wolf’s true test is surviving a chilly fall in November!