A wolf treads unknowingly through the field of snow. A helicopter drifts overhead. It begins to feel the wind in its fur. It runs, not quite fast enough. From the helicopter, a gun points out. All the wolf can do is run, but that is hopeless. It is about to turn and go into the woods, when a bullet goes through it's side. It falls, helpless in the snow, bathed in a pool of blood.
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It seems like the lives of wolves are being more controlled by humans than by their own selves. Killing them, destroying their homes and the dens that wolf families were raised in for centuries, killing their food source and leaving them to starve, are all dangers wolves must face in life. But what happens when one wolf gets past these dangers, even when growing up in an area where these things are practiced most.