When the snows fall and the white winds blow,
the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
We had to throw rocks," she said miserably.
I told her to run, to go be free, that I didn't want her anymore.
There were other wolves for her to play with, we heard them howling,
and Jory said the woods were full of game, so she'd have deer to hunt.
Only she kept following, and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice.
She whined and looked at me and I felt so 'shamed, but it was right, wasn't it?
The queen would have killed her."
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