Sniff. Sniff. I smell dinner in the air,
I saunter across the snowy tundra,
Towards the delicious smell,
The cool winter breeze taunts me,
Making dinner my foremost desire.
I set off at a jog, my brothers following in toe,
Excitedly rushing across the pillowy snow,
Towards the yummy smell not too far now.
We slow to a halt, and split up to flank our dinner.
Six of us in total, two from the north, two from the west, splitting the rest;
Into east and south, creates a safety,
For all the if, ands, and maybes.
The time has come, saliva drips from my mouth,
Down my white coat, melting the snow below.
Benny to the East let’s out a howl, signaling the game has begun!
I hear the prey dash to the west,
Much to my despair, for there awaits Felix,
Second, only to me.
As we rush to encircle the deer,
I hear a growl, followed by a cry!
The pack arrives to find the deer,
With its neck torn open, its blood,
transforming the delicate snow to vapor.
I can resist no more. I rush over and dig in.
The warmth hits my soul, thank you deer;
Without you we would surely have starved.
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